Sunday, July 15, 2012

this summer

This summer means following our country roads to fun and adventure.  Most of the time, we roll all the windows down, blare the Eagles or Van Morrison and every single one of us scream sing along. 

Sometimes the road takes us to the perfect, satisfied gulp of root beer after a big bite of a bacon cheeseburger. 
It means going from pj's (read: boxer shorts for boys) straight into swimming trunks, day after hot and endless summer day. It's finding last year's beach sand in your bathing suit.  It's learning to execute a perfect dive off the dock during the mammas and boys week at the lake. 
It's a cheery yellow smiley face kickball, and games with cousins on Sunday afternoon.  Raucous family baseball games at sunset.  Skin that's too brown to be burned but too pink to be tan.  

It's this reminder of the real good {abundant} life at the breakfast table and homemade ice cream cones on the deck after supper. It's listening to the baintrain chatter incessantly and blend right in with the cricket-song. 
This summer is visiting cousins, reconnecting and re-introducing ourselves.  It's learning to wakeboard and getting up on your first try:: limbain! White water rafting and ziplining all in one day.
It's going to camp and finding your favorite peeps waiting for you on the cabin porch. It's the self-confidence to play two solos at the talent show.

The road leads to a dirt road, where driving lessons take place on the way home from church.  It's your first fishing lessons on the dock with your grandmother.  The ka-thunk of a good jump from the homemade log diving board into cold creek water.


 It's the blessed sound of a perfectly healthy boys hollering "Watch this Mom!"  And going home tired and happy and exhausted and ready to do it all (whatever it all is) again tomorrow.  And in between it all, it's prayers for rain and nieces and friends and biopsies and open heart surgery. Yep, fear dares to rock our summer boat ride, but can't be allowed to take over.












It's bad jokes and a sometimes over tired mom who banshee-screams when the baintrain plays tennis in the back seat with a water bottle.  And speaking of water bottles it's making sure you always have an empty one on a road trip, because this summer is all about range extending.



This summer there's time for the road to take us nowhere but to the every-blanket-and-pillow-in-our-house fort located in our living room.  That curvey country road took us to one of my hero's childhood homes and an old soda fountain that serves black walnut ice cream.

We could never learn to be brave or patient if there was only joy in the world- H. Keller
This is a summer of  alien mom saying YES!  even to a bowl of the butterbain's favorite: cotton candy.

This summer there days are at the local pool with your closest neighbor cousins, complete with water slide races, whoops and howls. It's mulch spreading and weed eating, tomato and squash picking.  And bug killing, lots and lots of that.

It's treats like Ultimate S'mores made with Nutella and rice crispy treats and a perfectly carbonized marshmallow.  It's checkers and streaming Netflix (danger!!) and connect four. It's one more chapter because we can sleep in.  It's walking past the stacks of un-hung pictures and unfolded laundry and and not worrying about when to fit that in. Okay, wondering how to fit that in, not worrying. 


I don't want to  travel a single mile down the road of this summer of abundance without my word of the year reminder front and center.  It's one of the few things that's been re-hung, and a perfect admonition before I embark on any further adventure. 

Blessings, 

Lib
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1 comment:

MomLaur said...

Wow, what a great set of memories! Ahh this is summer :0) visiting from MOB society!

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