Fond farewell
It's the same every year. The summer slow-down that we are somehow hard-wired to expect never comes, and instead is replaced with eight weeks of running with the bulls. I look back at the warp-speed blur that was summer, slack-jawed and exhausted at all we were able to do, and all tingly inside at the amazing memories we made.
So today, I bid a fond farewell to an unforgettable season.
Not sure if there was something in the sky, or if I just paid more attention, or if God just knew I needed near-daily reminders of His greatness and love for me. But the sunsets have been absolutely spectacular this summer.
Boys, your weekly highlight was the pool. Last summer ended with Trey putting his face underwater for half a second on our last day at the pool, and Aden adamantly refusing to even try. This summer ends with fish. It has been remarkable to watch the two of you fall in love with the water.
You became friends this summer, boys. Not all the time, of course. But you listened to each other and compromised and melded those complex imaginations to create some amazing fun, both indoors and out.
And on those rare days when the temperature dipped below a hundred, we tried to fit in as much out as we possibly could.
Granddad mowed a golf hole in the field beside his house, complete with rough, fairway, green, and a muddy hole.
Nana and Granddad took you both to play nine holes, and all four of you played happily in the pouring rain. And my Trey, you finally decided to pick something to be yours. You started golf lessons this summer, and it has been going really well. So proud of you.
We went to the school as many Tuesday evenings as we could so you guys could ride bikes and I could walk. You took turns with Trey's old-school GPS, finding out how far you had gone and how fast you could ride. Drenched by the sticky humidity, we got our exercise and vitamin D the old-school way.
You declared your favorite summer adventure to be the day at the creek. Which was pretty amazing.
After our evening at the church service by the lake, you got to play at one of the most beautiful places around. Saw the fire boat in action, ran about a zillion miles around the peninsula, and spent some good time with your Poppop.
Went to a football game at Daddy's school and struggled with a bit of attitude. Attitude which expired with the game clock, as Aden and his buddies took to the field and pretended that they were the big football stars, huddling and running and tackling til they could hardly move.
A week later we were at the fair, and then you guys took off with Giga and Poppop for Kentucky, to visit the Creation Museum and Ark Encounter. Oh, the stories. You and your grandparents are peas in a pod.
Schedules are still busy, but we're making time for fun and memories.
Adventure season starts tomorrow, and you can hardly contain yourselves.
Boys, I hope you'll remember all of this. It's not great all the time, and I especially have struggled with some of the things going on in our world, family, and among our friends this summer. But overall, it really has been great.
So don't forget the things you saw and did and learned. Don't forget the laughter and the togetherness and the falling into bed knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that this day, we lived abundantly.
Praise, praise the Lord.
So today, I bid a fond farewell to an unforgettable season.
Not sure if there was something in the sky, or if I just paid more attention, or if God just knew I needed near-daily reminders of His greatness and love for me. But the sunsets have been absolutely spectacular this summer.
Boys, your weekly highlight was the pool. Last summer ended with Trey putting his face underwater for half a second on our last day at the pool, and Aden adamantly refusing to even try. This summer ends with fish. It has been remarkable to watch the two of you fall in love with the water.
You became friends this summer, boys. Not all the time, of course. But you listened to each other and compromised and melded those complex imaginations to create some amazing fun, both indoors and out.
And on those rare days when the temperature dipped below a hundred, we tried to fit in as much out as we possibly could.
Granddad mowed a golf hole in the field beside his house, complete with rough, fairway, green, and a muddy hole.
Nana and Granddad took you both to play nine holes, and all four of you played happily in the pouring rain. And my Trey, you finally decided to pick something to be yours. You started golf lessons this summer, and it has been going really well. So proud of you.
We went to the school as many Tuesday evenings as we could so you guys could ride bikes and I could walk. You took turns with Trey's old-school GPS, finding out how far you had gone and how fast you could ride. Drenched by the sticky humidity, we got our exercise and vitamin D the old-school way.
You declared your favorite summer adventure to be the day at the creek. Which was pretty amazing.
After our evening at the church service by the lake, you got to play at one of the most beautiful places around. Saw the fire boat in action, ran about a zillion miles around the peninsula, and spent some good time with your Poppop.
Went to a football game at Daddy's school and struggled with a bit of attitude. Attitude which expired with the game clock, as Aden and his buddies took to the field and pretended that they were the big football stars, huddling and running and tackling til they could hardly move.
A week later we were at the fair, and then you guys took off with Giga and Poppop for Kentucky, to visit the Creation Museum and Ark Encounter. Oh, the stories. You and your grandparents are peas in a pod.
Schedules are still busy, but we're making time for fun and memories.
Adventure season starts tomorrow, and you can hardly contain yourselves.
Boys, I hope you'll remember all of this. It's not great all the time, and I especially have struggled with some of the things going on in our world, family, and among our friends this summer. But overall, it really has been great.
So don't forget the things you saw and did and learned. Don't forget the laughter and the togetherness and the falling into bed knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that this day, we lived abundantly.
Praise, praise the Lord.
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