The Rain.
I love the rain.
How the air feels before even one drop hits.
I love to watch it cross the field behind my house, and how it chases my kids to shelter.
How it collects into puddles and then crosses my yard in a river.
The jump of thunder and lightning.
The smell that hangs in the mist.
I love it.
What I Love About Summer.
Bonfires that are way too big. (marshmallow optional)
Summer Nights.
4 Days into July.
8 Barefoot Kids.
1 Blanket.
8 Corndogs.
2 Gyros.
1 Bucket of fries.
6 Skeeter Bites.
1 Can of Bug Repellent.
3 Trips to the Game Booth.
4 Missing Teeth of a Fair Worker.
8 Prizes.
1 Trip to Port-a-jon.
45 Minutes of Fireworks.
5 Miles of Backed Up Traffic.
And this is my favorite holiday.
I love.
Chipotle Burrito Bol. Chicken. Black Beans. Fresh Salsa. Cheese. Eaten with nachos, not a fork.
The sound of the girls giggling in bed at night. Even when they should be sleeping.
Cool grass under my bare feet. The kind thats soft, not pokey.
Spring peepers, the chirp of kill deer, and fire flies.
Being so inspired it’s physically hard to contain.
Bonfires. The way they make my hair and clothes smell the day after.
A Stewart’s Orange and Cream Soda.
A puppy’s sweet breath.
When someone else cleans my kitchen.
Baking cookies or decorating cakes.
How my Dad is my biggest fan.
How my God saw fit to bless me so.
Oh, humidity… how I missed thee.
After a long hard day of sitting and sweating in the moist air of Ohio. I like to sit down and shoot some pics with my new d80. Did I mention that to anyone yet? Yeah, a d80.
I know. I know.
Here is Reggie, playing sprinkler hopscotch. In a tummy exposing tankini. Avert your eyes.
Behold!
Here you go folks. My D80.
It’s. Here. In. My. Hands.
Tonight.
I ran outside (in the rain.) To take a pic for you. No touch up. No photoshop. SOOC. (Straight out of camera.)
I am deliriously overwhelmed by the buttony doo daddy-ness of this glorious chunk of plastic and glass.
The manual? HUGE! The number of indicators on the LED screen? Too many to count. This is one serious camera my brothers and sisters, and I am sadly underqualified.
But come’on now people! Look at those raindrops! I was over 5 feet away from that leaf! Hello? Can I get an amen?
Hey, Big Fella.
Someone found their sisters dress up make up. Hmm. What a natural beauty, huh?
The more you toot.
So, the other day, Alina, my oldest lil gal had a spring band concert.
Her and all her fellow band geeks put on a 7 song show for the community. And it was really good! 9 months ago, Alina had never even picked up an instrument. And the first time she tried to use her flute, she couldn’t even get one note to come out. And the same went for all the other kids up there with her. And i must say, they all sounded fantastic.
Even Reese was getting into all the groovy tunes. She was dancing around. Clapping her chubby hands to the beat. And shakin that diaper tushie. Occasionally, Reese would shout out,” Yeah, Lina! Woo!” Then everyone turned around and gave us disapproving looks. (Which we ignored.) It was a fun nite all around.
It’s so weird and wonderful watching the growth of my oldest child. I am continually proud of her. And her tooting ability.
This is the day.
(God made today. Let’s Celebrate! Ps. 118:24).
When was the last time you were THIS happy? For no reason.
Nobody gave her money. Or a new toy. She doesn’t have a new boyfriend.
Look at her face. Pure joy!
When I see my children, I am reminded that God wants us to be like little kids.
God, help me to be like a little child.
