Some of my best memories are from spending July 4th at the Blankenship farm with Brad and his family. His younger sisters loved planning and setting off fireworks.
After his parents had passed away we still spent the holiday with his sisters at the farm. After the youngest sister passed away we sort of lost heart for celebrating. That was her special holiday and with our daughter living in another state it just wasn’t the same. Then his other sister passed away a couple of years after our daughter returned to Texas with her children and we needed someone to manage the farm. Audrey stepped in and has done a wonderful job. She got engaged and her fiance moved to the farm so the house wasn’t empty and later that year they were married and all settled in her grandparents house.
Brad and I are looking forward to being at the farm for a family July 4th celebration. The day will begin with him picking the four older children up for church for the first time in months while he has been recovering from rotator cuff surgery on his left shoulder.
A typical Sunday has him picking the kids up and then stopping for donuts and coffee on the way to Sunday School, followed by a stop at the Whataburger drive-thru to grab lunch for everyone at the farm right after church lets out. He usually picks up something for the two of us on his way back home.
I plan on attending the Saturday evening Mass at my church so I will be home Sunday when Brad gets back with lunch. We will relax at home until it’s time to head to the farm. Audrey will let me know if we need to bring anything with us and we’ll get there while it’s still light out so we can sit outside and chat with Audrey and David and be entertained by the kids until it’s time for fireworks.
I can pretty much guarantee there will be something on the grill outdoors, probably red meat, regardless of what The Biden Stooge says. We tend to do things our way here in Texas and the thought of that fool in the White House thinking he has the power to give us permission for celebrating the founding of this country if we do as we’re told is a huge source of amusement to us all. In one ear and out the other, Biden Stooge.
So, we will grab the mosquito repellent and wear our comfortable clothes and be prepared to be swarmed by the kids and greeted by two grown German Shepherd dogs who haven’t seen us in weeks. We will walk out and see the cows and the horses and the chickens and listen to the kids tell us their names. We’ll hear about the rattlesnake in the storage shed and the squirrels being a nuisance and Grover the bull having a sore foot. We’ll see how the vegetable garden is progressing and enjoy some much needed family time with Audrey and David.
Life is good. We are blessed.