is
like
potato
salad;
when
it’s
shared
it
becomes
a
picnic．
Life is like a potato salad. When it is enjoyed by everyone, it is like a picnic.
When
my
three
children
were
young,
my
husband,
Roy,
and
I
were
very
busy
．
when I
Three children
still
When I was young
My husband Roy and I are very busy.
“Can
we
go
on
a
picnic,
Mom? "
my
six-year-old
daughter,
Becky
begged
．“Please．”
"Mommy, can we have a picnic?" My six-year-old daughter Becky asked. "Please."
I
had
said
no
so
many
times
in
the
recent
months,
and
I
decided
the
usual
Saturday
morning
chores
(Daily work)
could
wait．To
her
disappointment
,
I
agreed．
I have turned it down many times in recent months, and I decided that the housework that is usually scheduled for Saturday can be put on hold for a while. In her disappointment (because contrary to the expected "no"), I agreed!
I
prepared
a
few
sandwiches
and
filled
a
cooler
with
ice
and
drinks
and
called
Roy
at
work
．
I've prepared a few
sandwich
, put ice drinks in the cooler, and then
make a telephone call
To Roy who is still working.
My
eleven-year-old
twin
sons
put
the
cooler
and
the
picnic
basket
in
the
trunk
and
off
we
went
to
spend
some
quality
time
together
as
a
family．
My 1 1 year-old twin son put the cool bottle and picnic basket in the trunk of the car, and then we set out for the whole family to enjoy a little quality life.
About
the
time
I
got
the
lunch
spread
out
on
the
table,
Roy
arrived
on
the
scene
．
About the time I finished laying lunch on the picnic table, Roy
Also present.
That
was
one
of
the
happiest
meals
we
ever
shared
together．The
meal
was
filled
with
laughter
That was the happiest meal we had together, and the laughter never stopped.