As I sit here, on this hot August day, I am swept away by the laughter and joyful noises emanating from my yard. My children are so full of life, so full of energy. I’ve always said that if I could bottle up their energy and sell it, I would be a millionaire. It’s probably true.
Countless hours are spent, in these summer months, running through the sprinklers or gliding down the slip ‘n slide. Memories are made, chalk in hand, creating art on the sidewalk or playing hopscotch in the street.
The frustrations of yesterday are forgotten, the worries of tomorrow non-existent.
Sometimes I like to try to see things through my children’s eyes. How wonderful to experience the giddy pleasure in finding a shimmering dragonfly, or the elation in discovering a rainbow in the mist of the backyard hose. Pure joy.
Ah, the childhood days of summer.