The fragrance of honeysuckle hangs in the air, an intoxicating fog filling our backyard. The crickets are starting to chirp as evenings wane. We’ve seen our first few lightning bugs, drunk our first Slurpees, and run around barefoot in the backyard. Summer’s warm days are finally here as thunderstorms electrify the skies and my summer roses drink thirstily, blooming red.
We are ready. The lazy, hazy days of summer beckon.
Oh, honey, we’ll be okay…
Sun kissed skin on my lips.
Thank the Lord I am here and now, here and now.
Fireflies after dark.
Bless your soul, we are here and now, here and now.
Tomorrow I will pick up the children from school and we will celebrate with good friends the ending of 8th grade for our boys and moving and growing and changing. We are so glad for school to be over. Oh how I miss them when they are gone!
Even with cancer’s shadow in our lives, we are still chanting our summer mantra and filling our days full…
The only option as I see it, is this delicate weaving of action and celebration, of intention and expectation. Let’s act, read, protest, protect, picket, learn, advocate for, fight against, but let’s be careful that in the midst of all that accomplishing and organizing, we don’t bulldoze over a world that’s teeming with beauty and hope and redemption all around us and in the meantime. Before the wars are over, before the cures are found, before the wrongs are righted, Today, humble Today, presents itself to us with all the ceremony and bling of a glittering diamond ring. “Wear me, ” it says, “Wear me out. Love me, dive into me, discover me,” it pleads with us.
(~from Shauna Niequist’s “Cold Tangerines”)
Floors are stained brown from dirty bare feet dancing across them, piles of papers and discarded homework cover the playroom floor, knees have been skinned, bugs have bitten, farmer’s tans have begun, the library books are being read… our summer is beginning with a bang!
We will work hard to live and not be lazy yet to enjoy life and not work too much.
We will figure out how to spend our days with necessary structure but not so much that we are stifled.
We will learn more of what love looks like in the every day moments together.
We will laugh and cry and hug and fight and forgive and teach and pray and read and write and bake and can and celebrate and LIVE.
Our already full hearts will expand to fill up with more of each other… more of us as we wear each day out.
Each day beckons to dive in, discover, love and live! We will work hard to not let cancer stop us, (although we know reality means it will slow us down). But we will be together. We will live together.
We’re working on our summer list, even that changes as the children get older.
Our summer basket is ready.
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