Saturday was Sylvia’s annual sledding party for Sunday School kids, their friends and siblings. As usual, it was a big hit.
It’s hard to catch them sliding. It happens so fast. Coming back up takes longer.
But what fun going down!
All to soon, four hours had passed. The kids went home. The old folks were left all alone in the now silent house. We weren’t left without memories. The kids left a monument as a remembrance of our fun day.
Only 363 to the next party. I’ll just have to be patient.