From good to great...

Our weekend was just that... good to great. Fantastic, actually. 

Saturday began with our season opening soccer game, followed by lunch, long naps, and some general nothing doing. We ended that perfect combo with an evening at the Saturday portion of our annual church festival. We have been members of St. Thomas since before we were engaged and it has been home to us. This parish has seen us through the good, the great and even the bad and we love having such a strong church to raise our kids in. 

This was the first year for the Saturday Disco BBQ - which is exactly what it sounds like. And more. Ha! Several parishioners made their famous pulled pork which we were able to vote on with donations all while dancing disco complete with lessons. 

Ryan captured this delightful moment of me learning something. 

Emmy insisted on this outfit, the boots and the necklace. She was ready to strike a pose. And as corny as the evening was, we had such fun just being silly as a family of five. 

The festivities continued on Sunday with games, bouncehouses, raffles, and food. 

Oh, and smiles. And giggles. And lots and lots of fun. 

And yes, it's almost October and we are in tanks and flops. 

#texas

Radley was cracking us up - he is so stinking competitive. At this point, Kailyn is stuck on the "wall" and is scared to move up. We told Radley to help her and he gave us this look like we were crazy to think he should stop his mission. 

He did stop and attempt to help and what a relief that he still "won"... especially since he was racing no one. 

Emmy kind of rocked the thing, which would not be the only surprise she would give us that day. 

She is a Tough Mudder in the making. 

We walked around for a bit and ended up at the horse riding station. Radley was eager to get up and go. 

Kailyn insisted on being safe. 

And then this one. Y'all. She rode a horse.

Excuse me, a pink unicorn. 

I could not believe it. 

My money was on a last minute mind change, but little girl proved me wrong with her bravery. And will most definitely continue to do so throughout life. 

And then this happened.... 

The waving. Stop. I can't take the cute waving and delighted squeals I could hear across the "arena".

How is it possible that she is this big? 

And that's where the great comes in. Life is good for us, and we are keenly aware of that and ever grateful for the ease in which we get to live. The small obstacles that appear are just that - small. Life is good. 

And then these moments of greatness fly in as if a bottle rocket exploding as it's being lit. These tiny, somewhat insignificant moments of greatness. That to a stranger may seem mundane, but to me, are beyond good. They are the moments that I get to see them and witness their greatness that I know existed but they had not yet discovered for themselves. 

The pride. And delight. And accomplishment that all great moments bring.