The Lake House

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We are so blessed to have frequent reprieves in the daily grind of home school.  Also nice to have distractions when Darron is gone.  So our hearts are so thankful to the Roberts for opening up their hearts and home to us.  Also to the Stump family for always being willing to hang out with us on Saturdays.  This Saturday, after church, we all headed to Jan and Bob’s lake house.  I have written about the lake house before, so I won’t go into great rambling detail about it.  However, this time I was sure to grab Darron’s nice camera and shoot away.  Thought you would enjoy the images caught.  It is just a shelter of a home with no electricity or plumbing, but it sure makes for a lovely outing.  The boys enjoyed swimming, playing games, and we all enjoyed yummy food and fellowship.  The scenery is indescribable.  The camera does no justice to it at all.  So you will just have to come and see……

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Zac (Robert’s grandson) and the lake house.

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These are our next door neighbors.  Andrew and Hedly (boy in red shirt, are good friends).

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Stephanie and Uncle Bob.

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Nothing like a good watermelon. 

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Playing “Missionary Conquest”

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Aubrey

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Matthew and Kinley Stump

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Wendy and John Stump

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May your week be sprinkled with some reprieve…  Thanks for reading and praying as always.

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