It's Sunday, April 9, 2006. It's a warm and slightly breezy day. The sun is out and shining like it always does in this state during this month. It's a gloriously, beautiful day. Yes, it is.
It's 6:30pm. We sit down in our makeshift chairs. The birds are singing. Our neighbors, sitting next to us, are chatting in an amicable way. You hear children off in the distance laughing and shouting and just enjoying being kids the way children do. What a beautiful sound it is.
We sit listening, enjoying the food given to us by the hosts. It was an assortment of foods. There were sugar cookies in shapes of chicks and rabbits, chocolate chip cookie pizzas, tuna fish sandwiches cut into mini triangles, a variety of different chips and dips, crackers and cheese, homemade spinach and cream cheese dip (my favorite), a fruit and veggie tray, sodas of every variety (including diet), and, of course, the ever popular "pigs-in-a-blanket". We sit enjoying the day as it ends.....
An hour later......
We are asked to move our chairs to the middle of the field, out from under the trees. It's later in the evening, the sun is receding in the sky. The sky is permeated with reds, golds, pinks and pale blue combined with the dark blue of the immanent night.
Tonight, my son, the Webelo becomes the Boy Scout.
The "show" begins.
It's 6:30pm. We sit down in our makeshift chairs. The birds are singing. Our neighbors, sitting next to us, are chatting in an amicable way. You hear children off in the distance laughing and shouting and just enjoying being kids the way children do. What a beautiful sound it is.
We sit listening, enjoying the food given to us by the hosts. It was an assortment of foods. There were sugar cookies in shapes of chicks and rabbits, chocolate chip cookie pizzas, tuna fish sandwiches cut into mini triangles, a variety of different chips and dips, crackers and cheese, homemade spinach and cream cheese dip (my favorite), a fruit and veggie tray, sodas of every variety (including diet), and, of course, the ever popular "pigs-in-a-blanket". We sit enjoying the day as it ends.....
An hour later......
We are asked to move our chairs to the middle of the field, out from under the trees. It's later in the evening, the sun is receding in the sky. The sky is permeated with reds, golds, pinks and pale blue combined with the dark blue of the immanent night.
The "show" begins.
My son's Webelo leader tells the tale of Akela......................and so my son's transformation begins.
Enter the den.>
The ceremony has begun................
He receives his "Arrow of Light"...... He crosses the "bridge" with help from the many Akela....... My son, Eric, the Boy Scout!
2 comments:
That is so awesome! Jeremy and all his brothers are Eagle Scouts and Jeremy always plays the part of the Indian Chief (Alowhatsakeema...and Im spelling it like it sounds!)in his families Eagle Ceremonies. We are going home this summer for him to do it for his youngest brother.I always thought it was insanley dorky but now I have Kaleb and look forward to seeing him do it!
Ahhh, I have goosebumps. I know, I know, but these things are so important. Congratulations Eric.
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