The Times. They Were Good.

The house has been a little extra full the past few days.

Full of Keigleys – like usual.

Full of Phelps – not like usual but like a special unusual holiday treat.

Full of laughter.

And screams.

Full of staying up late.

And getting up early.

Full of old “back in the day” stories.

And current “in the trenches” tales.

A visit to a restaurant with nine children.

(Where the kids behaved beautifully.  Despite the sudden, surprise mid-meal exit of one tooth from Hezekiah’s mouth.)

We visited our local children’s museum and I left my camera at home because Page had his.

And he is a wonderful photographer.

We even enjoyed a night out sans children thanks to Riley and Rachael.

It is a blessing to know and to see and to be reminded

that after so many years

(22 or so)

and so many stories

(high school, college, married with no kids, married with kids)

we still have so much in common.

And the most binding part

of our love for one another

is our love for the God

who shaped and shifted and sorted

our lives and our stories

to coincide so beautifully.