Today was gorgeous. We couldn’t have ordered better weather for Labor Day; for running around outside (the kids), for relaxing on the porch (us), for grilling and holding hands around the table and singing grace and enjoying the meal and the company.
It was a wonderful reminder. As a dear friend of mine says: Life is hard. God is good.
It’s the balance between the two that I often have trouble achieving. Today, it was easier.
Here’s a partial list of some things I got to have today. I’ll leave it as an exercise for the reader to determine which ones I’ll remember with clarity a year from now, and which ones are already fading from memory:
1) The umpteenth repetition of the “I don’t mind if you make a mess with your things, but you have to clean it up afterwards” talk.
2) Fresh muffins, accompanied by spontaneous excitement about and thanks for said muffins from the creatures who usually preface every food encounter with “That looks yucky.”
3) A discussion with Chickadee about why they haven’t “just let the water out of that place” yet and what people are doing to help others and how lucky we are to live where we do and have the things we have.
4) One small boy scaling my chair, depositing himself in my lap, holding my face in his hands, and declaring, “I am SO AH-CITED to be starting kindergarten tomorrow!”
5) Entirely too much barbecue and corn on the cob, followed by a big root beer float.
6) My first agreement for a paying freelance gig.