Below is one of my favorite childhood pictures…singing in church for the 100th anniversary of the small town church where both my grandparents and parents were married and most all of us were baptized. Yes I still can name each child standing in this picture singing, as well as the pastor in the front to the left and the man in the pew to the far right. The guy I coined as “my favorite cousin brother friend” fondly known as Scott (or Scotty if he still lets us) and his brother Mark, “my favorite cousin brother former housemate friend” and I all are in the picture below…it is their Uncle Paul that is the pastor and their late Gpa Herlof sitting in the pew. What an memory.
But why post this picture today? Because this picture came to mind this past Sunday afternoon we gathered in this same church (only in the basement of course) for a wedding shower, for the bride to be of Scott. Her name is a family favorite…Elizabeth! But instead of taking pictures this past Sunday of the “adults”, we of course snapped pictures of our sweet little girls,
Nevaeh (Mark and Sami’s daughter) and our Elizabeth. They love each other. And as I watched the girls “share”, take off their shoes and trade them back and forth and then just take them off all together, running around and laughing together, it jogged my memory back to the decades of fun I have had with Scott and Mark. And now we have the next generation gathering together in the same church, celebrating once again together.
Look at Nevaeh and Elizabeth…so sweet…now find Mark and me in the picture above…even if you are not family you can figure this one out…it’s like those children’s books “Where’s Waldo?” Only much less of a challenge!
Miss Nevaeh definitely has her daddy’s eyes. Miss E definitely wears her hair the same as me and maybe that is what she will look like a few years minus the big ol‘ glasses I hope.
When I travel I often get questions like “And you live in North Dakota because…why?” Well this is why we live where we live–family. Nathan works together with his father in the longtime family business every day. And just like we did last weekend, we can get in the car, take a road trip, visit Nathan’s family, then go onto to gather together with our children in the same church I did as child and just as my parents, grandparents and great-grandparents did. I love family steeped in deep faith and tradition that carries onto to the next generation.