A couple of weeks ago the youth group at our church went to a couple of the elderly members of our ward (congregation) to do some service. At one house they scraped the paint from a shed, prepping it for repainting. At another house, dandelions were dug out of the ground, fence posts were set, weed mat and gravel was put into flower beds. At this particular house, even after all that was done, there was a large pile of wood and prunings to get rid of. We asked the owner if the girls could come over and have a bonfire with it, as a reward for working so hard in the yard. So last week, we all gathered there, hoping it would rain on our plans.
We had our very own fire marshall to supervise. This is Bud. He's 89 and is a retired fireman. He came over early and started the fire and then stood like this all night watching over the fire and the girls, making sure nobody got hurt and the fire didn't wander where it wasn't supposed to. I love Bud.
The fire was still a little hot when we got there.
So hot that it was hard for the girls to stand close to roast marshmallows. They devised their own system.
Which the leaders quickly adopted.
The girls roasted interesting things....like Peeps.
Don't ask me where this came from, I have no clue.
We played a hilarious variation on Musical Chair meets Fruit Basket called "Do You Love Your Neighbor?" And ended the evening with a rousing round of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" played on kazoos.
And a group hug. I love these girls.