Lisa

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The recent weekend in which my family was all together—a relatively uncommon occurrence even in the best of times—featured not only Robert’s baptism, as I previously shared, but a milestone birthday celebration, too. The birthday festivities, organized primarily by Megan, revolved around a rockin’ theme as rock music (and a fair portion of country, too) has been a nearly lifelong love of our favorite patriarch. One of the festivity highlights was the request for celebrants to wear a tee of a band or musician known to be one of PawDad’s favorites. From baby Robert on up to the birthday man himself, the family rocked PawDad’s party with their selections:

Does anyone else find it downright crazy we are facing mid-March already? Time has become a wacky warped dimension of an unfamiliar sort where days seem so incredibly long yet short, weeks and months take forever to go by then It’s a Twilight Zone-y sorta something taking place. Well, wherever you may be in time and space, I sincerely appreciate you popping in for this week’s link party for grandparents.

We were grateful for the streaming option but sorely missed communion, singing along in person with the worship team, greeting our fellow congregants. Despite the half empty sanctuary, how sweet it was (quickly lifting our masks) to finally take communion, singing along in person (from behind our masks) with the worship team, and greeting our fellow (masked) congregants—with elbow bumps—after a twelve-month fast of all of the above. our entire family, grandkids and all (minus Tyler, who’s stationed overseas) would fare just fine attending the following Sunday, for new grandson Robert’s baptism. We fared far better than fine that following Sunday—this past Sunday, in fact—as we and a couple dozen other masked church members witnessed, in person, three-and-a-half-month-old Robert’s holy baptism.