If you aren't the grandparents of these kids, this post will probably hold your interest for all of 3.2 seconds. There is nothing profound, poetic, or otherwise exciting in the following pictures.
Here's the low-down. One day the Fed-Ex driver unloaded these two very heavy boxes labeled "trampoline." That evening it was pouring rain and Daddy said there was no possible way we could get it put together before the weekend (still a few days away).
So the stubborn, impatient bunch that we are, we decided to figure out how to move these 70lb+ boxes without Daddy's help.
The game cart used for hauling elk carcasses out of the woods came in handy here.
The trip from the garage, up around the side of the house, and to the back yard suddenly seemed very long.
Thankfully, the help was eager and able.
This was when it really got difficult.
This was shortly before we conceded that we did, in fact, need Daddy's help.
And--voila!--Daddy came home from work, and we got the rest done in no time!
6 comments:
Awesome!! Talk about making memories!!
This is great.
Craig
I'm glad to know I'm still needed.
great pix, great story - thanks!
love, grammy
Hannah,
Are you going to set up some kind of missionary support fund? We support a friend from YWAM already but would love to also give a little if you had a fund.
Dear Anonymous,
We have several steps to get through before we are to the point of raising support. But eventually, if we do go to serve full time in Burundi, we will set up a donation fund. Thanks for asking!
Having set up our trampoline twice, I know what a task it is! But it's the best thing we've ever bought the kids. Enjoy!
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