Just another 4th of July BBQ

You know, I'd like to say something profound happened yesterday - as my title suggests, though, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Or maybe my "ordinary" is really screwed up.

12 bags of frozen chicken. Endless peppers, onions and zucchini for our kabobs. And three grills. Three grills lined up in a yard looks absolutely ridiculous at a typical party. Not when you're going to be feeding 150. Even though yesterday was a complete whirlwind of preparation that led up to the entire neighborhood being invited into our yard for a BBQ, I was swept off my feet by the help we received.



We had so much help. So much help. I was about to mow the lawn but a neighbor scolded me and told me that was his job. Another friend came from the suburbs and drove us around running errands and his BMW got hit. Poor dude. He maintained composure and hung out for the rest of the day, skewering kabobs and laughing with new friends. Other guys from the neighborhood stepped up and owned the grills (Sher and I are self-proclaimed downright terrible at grilling.)

Come to think of it, I don't know what I actually did. Somehow the watermelon got cut, the music got turned on and off, the games were played, the food was served, and at the end of the day the grills were scrubbed down and the tables put away. I didn't do any of it! Who knew that moving in to a new neighborhood and throwing a big party at your home in your front yard would just mean reaping fruit and love and friendship? I guess I had a feeling that would happen but then it happens. It happens and I'm blown away.

Today is a day of thank you's. Today is a day of basking in the moments God gave us yesterday that carry us through this day and the next.