|bean bags for the cornhole game and vases of flowers|
|vases, vases everywhere!|
Wildflower seed packets to toss
|Cornhole game being painted|
And so many other bits and pieces of planning:
We strung up lights outside.
We talked about where the directional arrows and signs needed to go.
|arrows ready for words|
We stood on the hill Monday with the Bluetooth speaker and played music to see if it would work. It did.
We had Bruce drive the truck to the drop off place to see if the noise of the truck drowned out the music. It didn't.
I stood next to Megan talking about the big day and I started crying. Drat it. My mom was a crier. It always embarrassed me. I swore I wouldn't be one. And yet here I was, tears running down my face. Mom, your legacy lives on. 😂
|bin of flowers ready for vases|