Brownies and CandyLand (#31DaysofMemories)
I can't remember what year it was or even how old I was. But when I was younger and my family was doing ministry at Community Christian Church in Racine, we had a special event. We took our church family to the local zoo, laid out on the grassy hill in front of the little amphitheater and listened to a musical group from Lincoln Christian College (now Lincoln Christian University).
After the concert, the various band members were hosted at the homes of our church families. My family hosted three boys. Joel, Jamal and I always forget the name of the third (I just remember that he was the one driving the bus). We took them to our white house on the corner of Taylor Ave, parked the bus down the block in another church lot and settled in for a night at home.
I don't really remember what all we did, but the one thing I remember perfectly clear is that the boys laid on the floor with my sisters and I as we all played CandyLand for hours. They also ate an entire pan of brownies in a matter of minutes. It was a night of sugar and laughter and fellowship (even though I had no idea what that word meant, let alone that it was actually a word).
The best thing about that night was that Joel became like a part of our family. He would be at church camp with us in the summers to come. He would always make time to see us when we visited campus. We used to send him Christmas presents (one year we sent him CandyLand to play with his kids) and letters throughout the school year. And he even had a nickname for me. He used to call me "Giggles" because apparently the night he and the boys were at our house, I couldn't stop giggling. I don't know if it was because I was tired or hyper or things were just that funny. But seriously. Joel was family. And every now and then we bump into each other and yes, we always reminisce about our CandyLand night (less now that he lives on the other side of the country).
Who would have thought that a night of brownies and CandyLand would become a memory that continues to make my family and I laugh? Who would have thought that three college boys would have been so willing to just lay on the floor and play with some silly, giggling little girls? Seriously. So much goodness.
After the concert, the various band members were hosted at the homes of our church families. My family hosted three boys. Joel, Jamal and I always forget the name of the third (I just remember that he was the one driving the bus). We took them to our white house on the corner of Taylor Ave, parked the bus down the block in another church lot and settled in for a night at home.
I don't really remember what all we did, but the one thing I remember perfectly clear is that the boys laid on the floor with my sisters and I as we all played CandyLand for hours. They also ate an entire pan of brownies in a matter of minutes. It was a night of sugar and laughter and fellowship (even though I had no idea what that word meant, let alone that it was actually a word).
The best thing about that night was that Joel became like a part of our family. He would be at church camp with us in the summers to come. He would always make time to see us when we visited campus. We used to send him Christmas presents (one year we sent him CandyLand to play with his kids) and letters throughout the school year. And he even had a nickname for me. He used to call me "Giggles" because apparently the night he and the boys were at our house, I couldn't stop giggling. I don't know if it was because I was tired or hyper or things were just that funny. But seriously. Joel was family. And every now and then we bump into each other and yes, we always reminisce about our CandyLand night (less now that he lives on the other side of the country).
Who would have thought that a night of brownies and CandyLand would become a memory that continues to make my family and I laugh? Who would have thought that three college boys would have been so willing to just lay on the floor and play with some silly, giggling little girls? Seriously. So much goodness.
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