A Great Day!

Yesterday was one of those special days when everything seems to go well.
Joe and I were working outside, trying to prepare our place for a family gathering next Saturday, when  deer entered the picture. We moved to the other side of the yard and let them have their lunch.
Our Vietnamese friends were scheduled to drop by with their families, who were visiting from Ca., so Joe gave them a call to let them know the deer were here.
 By the time they walked over the deer had moved on.
Their boys stayed and played ball in the field while we visited.  Joe gave his usual advice on places to see before they went back home (always good information from the travel master) We mentioned that we were attending mass at St. Stephen the Martyr that evening.  We mentioned it was a Vietnamese mass, (celebrating the 200th anniversary of the appearance of Our Lady of LaVang In Vietnam)  and dinner would follow.  The family who are catholic seemed interested, but they had so many things planned that we really didn't expect to see them.
About the time they were ready to leave the deer reappeared. Our guests were very excited to see them especially when one jumped the fence. It was so great to have the deer entertain guests for their dinner!

The mass was interesting.  Archbishop Brunett  spoke Vietnamese for part of the mass and the choir and
assembly sang all the music with heart. We didn't understand a word of it but somehow it was a good experience.
After mass  we saw Michelle's sister and her family. It was such a pleasure to see them. They accompanied us downstairs but said they had to get home. The youngest boy spotted the dish of fruit at each table and eyed the  watermelon.  Joe & I sat down at a smaller table and  a few minutes later, they returned to join us . What a lovely family. The older boys decided to go to the serving table and get us our food. The youngest boy ate some watermelon.
We had a nice conversation. Our favorite comment was from Kim . Joe asked her if she
understood the mass. She said she did, until Archbishop Brunett  spoke Vietnamese.
In his defense, the boys understood him.