Anyway, it's funny the types of comments you get from people when you tell them you bought a tramp. Most of them deal with the potential for gruesome injuries (see picture below...by the way we have broke most of these rules already). My standard reply is,"well, you have to embrace a certain amount of danger to have some fun." To which most people agree. Nothing in life is a thrill or really rewarding without the possibility of carnage.
So far, so good. No injuries and we're 5 days into this tramp thing. Last night after the we put the girls to bed, Carmen and I went out on the tramp and jumped our hearts out. It was darn fun. Parents should play like children more often. Afterward, we laid on the tramp and looked up in the trees and watched bats swooping in the darkening sky.
In addition to the tramp, we have had a super fabulous start to summer this weekend. On Friday we went to a wedding reception for the daughter of good friends in the ward--The Balkmans. The value of the food we consumed easily exceeded the value of our gift to the bride and groom. It was quite a spread. They also gave us 25 Dalia tubers that we planted the weekend. They are my favorite flower. So beautiful. See the picture.
Oh we also, went boating with some other good friends out on Lake Sammamish on Saturday. So fun. The water and the houses are beautiful and so fun to see. I got to get pulled around on a tube. I love doing things that make we feel like I'm 15 again. Carmen asked me to carry her to shore as we dismounted the boat. She caught me off balance and I went face first into the 58 degree water along with her. She was so good natured about it...not mad at all. I was embarrassed, but I'm beginning to see the good humor in it. Anna thought it was hilarious and continues to bring it up.
Today on Memorial Day I've been thinking about all those how have passed on to the next life who have made my life better. Those who fought for freedom from tyranny, or for freedom to worship. Especially, my father, Dwight, he was amazing. He overcame so much. As I read and reflected on his life this weekend, I found it remarkable that he faced so much sorrow and was able to achieve so much. He lost his mother at the age of 5 and his father at 18. He wore cardboard into the soles of his shoes. Within 20 years he was a successful businessman with a comfortable house in the suburbs, a fancy car, and a jet boat...only to lose most of it again later in his life. The hardships and sorrows that many have passed through are difficult to comprehend from our relatively cushy lives of today. Well, I gotta go jump on my trampoline now.


