It seems as though this spring has brought us a great tradition. Sunday Funday. It started on Easter. My neighbor D and her kids N and J pulled into the driveway while we were all playing outside. D’s husband works weekends. Her kids, of course, wanted to play. I let her unpack her car from her weekend away and took her kids to my house. That morphed into time spent on the deck and bar-b queing. Sunday Funday has become into a regular occurrence at my house. The cast of characters changes at times, sometimes it is D and her sons while her husband works. Sometimes my nephew comes or 89 shows up. Heck sometimes we recruit more neighbors. It is a weekly party of sorts. Only once this spring was it me, my husband, and the kids. My kids were so miffed, Where is D, N, and J? Where is nephew neighbor? Where is 89? Where are the E family?
When I was a kid I had extended family on to come to dinner on Sunday. I have my rag tag community. I adore them and I love the memories I am helping my kids and the neighbor kids to build.