The Robertson’s took me in as family as soon as they met me. We arrived at their beautiful farm house that sat proudly on top of big hill, deciduous Indiana woodland blanketing the backdrop. Brenda and Pat treated me as if I was their own child, and their kids Andrew, Natalie, Luke, Lucy, and Emma Kate, and their Nephew Ben, treated me as if I was a cousin who had grown up in town.
I spent a fun afternoon getting toured around by the youngest Emma Kate, and the next oldest, twins Luke and Lucy. They told me all about their school, toys, books they liked, their family, and their talents. Emma Kate showed me her dancing, and Lucy made me a rainbow loom bracelet. We converged with the rest of the family later that night at a local restaurant for Emma Kate’s cheerleading fundraiser.
I was so happy to have met such an amazing family, I went to bed feeling a little sad that I would be leaving my new friends so soon.
I woke up the next morning to a wonderful surprise. There had been a big snowstorm throughout the night, and school was canceled. Pat came into the third floor presidential suite bedroom/kids playroom that had been given to me, and said to sleep in because the kids had no school, and I wouldn’t be able to bike.
We had an amazing snow day together, watching and discussing their favorite show, Bear Grylls Man Vs. Wild, having lunch, and most fun of all, taking a trip to their relative’s beautiful woodland to cut a giant Christmas tree for their home. We played hide and seek on the steep wooded hills, finishing the trip with an epic snowball fight.
The Robertson’s were so generous the whole time I was there, not only feeding me, but taking care of all of my needs. Upon waking on my second morning, Brenda had cooked me about 15 pancakes to power me up for my ride before she left for work as an occupational therapist. Pat helped me load my equipment into his pickup, and we left the home towards the elementary school where we would drop off the young ones.
Pat offered to drive me a ways down the road, and I new that it would be much further than he ever had to go. He took me about 15 miles, into Kentucky, and invited me into a breakfast place for one last meal before I headed out. It was an amazingly generous offer, and I was happy to have some more time to speak to a man that had an obvious confidence and strength in his morals, catholic religion, and overall values.
He was happy to answer questions about his views on God, their family’s strict but loving parenting style, his job as a self-employed scientist testing Indiana limestone, the story about him growing up on the land that his family now inhabits, and the process of designing and building his own beautiful home by hand.
I said one last goodbye and pulled on my new mittens that Pat and Brenda’s nephew, Ben, had given to me because I had lost my glove at some point while I was there. I turned south towards nowhere in particular in Kentucky, so thankful, once again, for the generosity and love of strangers.