There was an air of excitement as the convoy of eleven cars and SUVs arrived in the parking lot. Many had been looking forward to this event since last year. There would be singing, games, and of course – food.
Angel’s mom had made mac and cheese; the really yummy type with ham in it and the cheese all thick and gooey. It was Angel’s favourite. Tonya’s mom had made brownies, that were soft and chewy. There were no nuts in them though – Tonya hated nuts. This was also really good because James was allergic to them.
As the families began to unload coolers, and folding chairs from the vehicles, Charles started to sing Jesus Loves Me with a lisp, he having lost not one, but two front teeth the night before. Several of the children giggled at this, only to be shushed by Sister Taylor.
“He’s doin’ a lovely job,” the Church Mother said, “You go ahead a sing, Sweetie, it’s lovely.
“Everybody ready?” Tonya’s mom asked the gathered families.
“Looks like it,” Someone responded.
With that, Angel and Tonya, the Pastor’s grand-daughters, ran across the little bridge. They knew just the perfect spot for the annual Sunday School picnic.