We had a family picnic a few weeks ago.
Actually, that’s kind of a generous description.
It was a partial family get-together that involved food, frisbee, and talking.
Five out of eight children — that’s more than half the family.
A kind of weird conglomeration of food that included deli meat (but no bread), watermelon, fresh mozzarella salad, chips, and blueberry pie — I suppose that constitutes a picnic. We were eating at a picnic table.
A huge caterpillar.
That became layered frisbee.
The best of life is made up of so many simple moments.
They may not be perfect, but the sum of them is.