Summer

We may have taken leave of our senses this afternoon. But in the midst of packing for a long weekend trip to VA, we threw some fishing poles, watermelons, & baby strollers in the back of the truck and headed out for a family outing at the lake. I was kinda dragging my feet; kinda just wishing that I could stay in the groove of packing & preparing; kinda not impressed with dragging babies over hill & vale in the 99* weather.

But I should have known better. Should have known that there is such peaceful calm watching the clouds reflected in the glassy lake. Should have guessed that when Mama puts her heart into something, it will turn out just wonderful. And should have remembered that this is how memories are made.

We had such fun. The boys and their Daddy are die-hard fishermen. Beats me how alluring it is to them when the catching part of it is mighty scanty. (I mean, if I were out shopping and had to settle for such paltry deals for my time ... that'd be a dismal failure, right?) However, they sure do get alot out of all the baiting of hooks, casting of lines, and watching those little red bobbers. We fished until we were all drenched in sweat, then ran up the trail to the beach and dove in! Ahhhh! What a refreshing swim! All five of the kiddoes loved it .... even the Baby who kicked his little legs like a frog. Then sand castles with Daddy before heading on up the trail to make supper.

We finally headed for home around 10, after the boys had tried one last time to fish "in the dark because the catfish bite better after dark!". All crammed into the truck with sweaty, sandy bodies drooping into sleep. And drowsy babies snuggling against Mama. Yep, it's summertime alright.

Thank you, Father!