I attempted to remember that when our family hosted our annual backyard party. As the cars and vans began to drive down the lane and the friends began to gather, I thought back on the different years — the many years all these friends have gathered. And yet– and yet, again this year, the crowd didn’t look just the same. For it was truly was a different crowd — some old friends, some new, some older, many changes, some were missing. The crowd was different bcz time had passed, events had happened — births and deaths, trials and successes, gains and losses — much had transpired in each family over the previous year. I stood on our back porch step and looked out at the crowd — some, I’ve now known for decades… some, I had just met that night.
Every year it’s amazing to experience the sweet friendships — budding friendships — old friends and new. And that’s why we do it… and that’s why we look forward to it.
I remembered what my daddy had said so long ago — and were he to have lived to see these days, he’d likely still be saying the same thing. Well, on that day I tried to make a mental image I wouldn’t forget. I try to remember it all, even now, as I write this. Funny thing is, just glancing at the crowd pictured below I think of many changes [even since I began to write this entry a few days ago!] in their lives or things have already changed in the last several months — and will some more — maybe a lot more — before the next annual backyard party coming up in July.