A Simple and Beautiful Memorial Day Picnic

This past month has been hard. Really hard.

I have cried, said irrational things, and moped around.

But I've also tried to laugh, taken the kids out to play with friends, lightly exercised, hung out with my husband, and have continued my spiritual habits of prayer and scripture study.

I've also made more of an effort to reach out to those who are in greater need. I have found that I am my happiest when I turn my efforts outward instead of inward. Kind of ironic how I was asked to work with the young women (girls ages 12-18) in my church just a couple of days before the miscarriage hit because now I have more opportunities to turn my efforts outward than I have ever had before. Except for I know it is not a coincidence.

This past weekend we celebrated Memorial Day. Marshall and I decided to go on a simple picnic dinner together to celebrate, though the rest of the day was uneventful. It had been a hot and humid day, so we welcomed the clouds that covered the setting sun that evening. The weather was perfect.

We rode our bikes about a mile north to Peterson park, on the corner of N Iowa and Peterson Road in Lawrence. No one was there, which added to our calm and relaxing dinner together.

On the menu we had the most amazing Mexican cheesy roasted corn on the cobs, bratwursts, and my own freshly made coleslaw. We finished dinner by laying down on the quilt and just relaxing...and taking selfies.

It was pretty wonderful. I sure love the simple things that help me to keep going and not giving up in this crazy wonderful thing called life.

I hope you all had a good weekend as well!

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