54 beautiful faces peaking over seats, shuffling up the stairs, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. munching away at bananas and bread, off we went on our 2nd annual SB picnic. for some, the first time seeing the ocean. one beautiful woman so sweetly asked: does it just keep going?referring to that great expanse...this same woman later put all her force into wrestling me to the ground, who needs beach entertainment when you've got live sand wrestling to keep one busy.
then there was the beach horse. need i say more, plastic flowers, tassels. and my personal favorite of its endearing qualities: bowlegs. there was no restraint in the amount of pictures taken of this horse. maybe you just had to be there. 
look closely here. its a glimpse of the special-ness of my first hair combing of the weekend. it got worse. once the ladies had a comb, there was no where to hide...but, beauty is in the eye of the beholder i suppose. fuzzy is the new straight here in india...
look closely here. its a glimpse of the special-ness of my first hair combing of the weekend. it got worse. once the ladies had a comb, there was no where to hide...but, beauty is in the eye of the beholder i suppose. fuzzy is the new straight here in india...
here's a glimpse of my salwar swim suit, definitely not condusive for speed swimming. but if your looking for purity well, you've come to the right place.all in all it was a beautiful weekend, i LOVED being with our friends. we laughed so much (and just a bit of invaluable info: poop jokes cross international borders.) the immensity of a weekend like this takes time to sink in, coupled with our 2nd birthday celebration this week, made for a week of big inputs. and leaves me with speechless awe for all we have to celebrate. in the face of so much injustice and pain and hurt and broken lives, we get to be a part of something being rebuilt. we get to see things being made new, lives being reborn and celebrate!
and my ultamate favorite memory of the weekend: sitting around laughing with our ladies, and one of them saying to us, "look at the time, now every night at 9:35 you can remember the fun we had this night".
that, my friend, is for certain.
3 comments:
Oh my goodness. With all my heart I want to have been at that sweet beach adventure.
I love your retelling of it, Mommma B.
And it fills my heart with such joy to recognize a lady from the back. :) Like I have been there or something. :)
An extravagantly decorated horse and a salwar "swimfest," sounds like a crazy weekend Beth. I'm glad the ladies enjoyed themselves.
i laughed so much reading this post while sitting in our makeshift office in the library. i thought back to the time we mud wrestled behind sarah major at camp in the puddles with duck poop. and i was glad to hear that poop jokes are universal! love you dear!
kalee
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