Pardon my feet , but this picture is a huge part of what makes summer the absolute best season! I took this pic right after mowing and weed whacking the yard. My feet and legs were stained that lush green color. I was relaxing and watching my boys run around barefooted in the backyard. Watching them run around all crazy shooting nerf guns and acting out games I don’t understand reminds me of when I was their age. I miss it so so much.
I miss the summer days when my mom told us to go outside and play until dinner. We would play in the woods behind our house for hours. We had a small wooden fort that we spent most of our time in. We would pretend that we were “roughing it” in the wild, just like Laura Ingalls Wilder from the Little House on the Prairie books. We spent hours gathering wood, fetching water from the creek, foraging for food, etc. (Don’t worry, we never actually drank the creek water or ate the strange berries we found LOL).
I remember always wishing I was older. At the time, I did not like being “stuck” at home with my annoying little sisters. But those long summer days forced us to be creative and use our imagination to come up with games that would pass the time. Looking back on those days now, I truly appreciate the good ole days. I am lucky to have those amazing memories with my sisters.
I enjoy reliving those times though my boys. I smile when I think of how they are creating memories with each other that will last a lifetime. I hope that my boys grow up to be best friends, just like my sisters and I did.
Oh summer 🤗
This moment will forever hold a place in my heart. It was a long and emotionally draining day consumed with dealing with a difficult relationship; not discussed here due to irrelevance to this post. Constant worry, pain, and sadness bombarded my mind and I tried so hard to be strong and appear happy for my boys. I did not want them to see the pain I was feeling.
To distract myself, I decided to take the boys to the playground down by the lake. I let them run around, play games with the other kiddies, and skip rocks in the water while I stood “watching” them with a blank stare. My boys were thoroughly enjoying the moment and I was not; my mind would not ease up, my heart began to race, and I felt the anxiety coming on. I could not stop replaying everything that happened and everything that I could not change after the fact.
After the playground, we went for a long walk on the gravel path by the water’s edge until we reached the boat docks that extended into the water. We walked into the dock and looked at the ducks paddling by. I turned away to look at all the boats sitting peacefully out on the water. When I looked back at the boys I saw a sight I will NEVER forget. There they were, sitting side by side at the end of the dock. My oldest had his arm around his younger brother and they were both quietly admiring the water and the beautiful sunset in front of them.
At that moment, I stopped worrying and obsessing over the day. What I saw was so beautiful to my eyes. My boys loving each other, loving the colors of the sunset on the water, loving the moment. I stood there for a minute in awe of them. I took a deep breath and smiled. Nothing else mattered at that moment. Nothing.
I am blessed. I have my boys. Thank you God.