Maybe it was Mudhen. Maybe it was summer sunset nights.
Maybe it was them, maybe it was me, but it sure felt right.
My dreamed up version of the Pam Tillis song, “Maybe it was Memphis,” has been running through my head ever since we came home and unloaded the coolers.
In our freezer are several meals of Northern Pike, Big Mouth Bass and Sunnies.
Earlier this month, all 10 of the Dunavans spent a week on Mudhen Lake near Siren, Wis. We are: Gemini (Jim and I), our sons Troy and Dean, their wives Sheri and Jyl and our grandchildren: Amelia, Grace, Elyn and Ethan.
We had eagerly anticipated this rendezvous ever since last fall when at Concordia Academy’s fund-raising banquet, Jim was the top bidder for a week stay at a two bedroom lake cabin in Wisconsin. We did really well with just one bathroom and a very unique outdoor shower.
Schedules were adjusted and off we went to fish off a pontoon, paddle a kayak and row a Jon boat. We cleaned fish, pedaled bikes, loved listening to the loons and watched an eagle dive into the water to retrieve a fish after which she soared to her nest in a tree along the bank.
Her baby had a good lunch that day!
Our first night there, we sat in the sunroom with lights off and watched the most amazing heaven sent fireworks show created by lightening. Believe me – man cannot give such a performance!
We took turns cooking – kabobs, tacos, hamburgers, fish and roasting cobs of corn on the grill. We ate at the tables on the deck which overlooked the peaceful waters and on Sunday morning during home church, we sang, read Scripture and prayed together.
Two of us had a birthday in July. Mine was celebrated with a party on the pontoon and Grace’s shindig was in the sun room.
Since one of us is a pie guy, Sheri made a luscious peach pie which served as my cake. And the night we honored Grace, the frosting of it all was when her Dairy Queen ice cream cake accidently slipped out of its slick frosty carrier and went upside down on the floor. We laughed so hard we cried then ate it anyway.
And then there was the night we drove to Spooner, Wis., to attend a rode. Ethan, our only grandson who is 7, has begged to see a rodeo since he was 5. So we all donned cowboy hats and cheered for the riders of the bucking broncos and laughed at the rodeo clowns.
The best part of that night was being with Ethan when his rodeo dream came true.
Don’t know if you can make it out, but Dean has a Bible verse on the back of his t-shirt. It reads: “As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another. Proverbs 27:17.
That verse never had jumped out at me before, but isn’t that what families are to do – to sharpen one another by loving unconditionally, being encouraging and always honest, open, kind and patient?
It can be a piece of cake and a slice of pie – even with 10 people under one roof for a solid week.
You know, when I stop to think about it:
It was Mudhen. It was those summer sunset nights.
It was them, and it was me, and it sure felt right.