Wedding Company...

The wedding is over, the company gone and the house is feeling rather quiet after such a flurry of activity. The past few days have been filled with catching up on laundry, bookkeeping and other mundane household tasks. After an event I always regret that I didn't take more photos, but in the busyness of the moment it seems there are always more pressing things to do than take pictures... so here are a few that I did get.

It was great having Mom and Dad here again after nearly 3 years!

Mom and Dad enjoying their newest great grandchild.

 

My brother and his wife hadn't been to our home in 16 1/2 years, it was great to have them here!

Some backyard dining with some of the family.

My aunt, keeping my garden watered for me - thanks!

The wedding couple at the rehearsal dinner.

Two grandsons enjoying their pizza dinner!

A delicious wedding morning breakfast brought to us by dear friends!

A morning coffee, donut and strawberry break.

Brothers...

Two of our boys, Jordan and Lucas have birthdays a day apart, that is 10 years less one day apart, so we have often had joint celebrations. This year Jordan's Becky planned a BBQ in honor of his quarter century birthday and Lucas got in on the celebration too with his 15th birthday.

Here are a few of my favorite pics of my birthday boys!

At ages 10 and 6 months:

At 17 and 7:

At 25 and 15:
It would appear that the "little" brother has caught up with the "big" brother, at least in height!

Happy Birthday Boys!

My Uncle Albert...

Two days ago my Uncle Albert passed into eternity, leaving behind the encumbrances of this world, a diseased and worn body, but also leaving behind a wife and much family who I know will miss him dearly.

My visits with Uncle Albert have been few over the past 35 years, but my childhood is filled with memories of visits to his farm. I mostly remember my Uncle Albert with a twinkle in his eye, a ready grin and a quick teasing remark!

He was part of a way of life that began to die before he did. Farmers who not only farmed the land but lived on the land and raised their families in the farming community. And though that way of life hardly exists anymore, those farmers have left their mark on the Canadian prairies, both in the very physical landscape of the prairies and in the families they raised there.

This weekend as family and friends gather to honor and remember my Uncle Albert, my heart and prayers will be with them.