Saturday, August 04, 2007
Despite the unsold house, petty theft, potty training, and other percolating worries best left for hands more capable than my own, despite the fact that I've done a really job of documenting in in either photographs or blogging, summer has been full of halcyon days.
Halcyon. I love how that word rolls across my mind and my tongue. Kind of like marshmallow, but more sophisticated, don't you think?
hal·cy·on
–adjective Also, hal·cy·o·ni·an
1. calm; peaceful; tranquil: halcyon weather.
2.rich; wealthy; prosperous: halcyon times of peace.
3.happy; joyful; carefree: halcyon days of youth.
My mind has taken so many snapshots in these last weeks--even if my camera has been idle.
Catalogued in my album of halcyon summer days would be:
--watching my children splash and drift in the gulf waves
--the fuzz and prickle of hair (!), ditching my headscarves
--the aroma of cookies (six different kinds, at least 400 total!) filling my house, their fragrance combining with my prayers for Brad and Ashely as their wedding approached.
--the sounds of the water slide and children's laughter at the community pool, and the smell and taste of cheap and slightly waterlogged pizza
--brushing my husband's hand as we picked blueberries in the cool green undergrowth of Steve and Laurie's yard and popping the dew fresh berries into our mouths.
--my friend's radiant beauty and tremulous hand grasp as she watched her son greet his bride.
--seeing my baby greet me (after almost a week with grandma and grandpa) with delight--not the anger that always followed a post-hospitalization reunion, and hearing that the Princess slept by herself at "Camp Grandparents", not with Grandma and Grandpa.
--participating in the mass family potty victory dance and song ("M-- made a po-op; He made it in the pot-ty! YEAH M---!!!").
For once, summer is ending too quickly for me. We had our first session with the new piano teacher yesterday. The children will be starting school soon, "real" school, according to the princess, and soccer season gears up next week (complete with the new and not-so-improved commute to my daughter's training complex). Life is moving on.
But hopefully, not moving on before I can tuck away a few more halcyon summer days.
Halcyon. I love how that word rolls across my mind and my tongue. Kind of like marshmallow, but more sophisticated, don't you think?
hal·cy·on
–adjective Also, hal·cy·o·ni·an
1. calm; peaceful; tranquil: halcyon weather.
2.rich; wealthy; prosperous: halcyon times of peace.
3.happy; joyful; carefree: halcyon days of youth.
My mind has taken so many snapshots in these last weeks--even if my camera has been idle.
Catalogued in my album of halcyon summer days would be:
--watching my children splash and drift in the gulf waves
--the fuzz and prickle of hair (!), ditching my headscarves
--the aroma of cookies (six different kinds, at least 400 total!) filling my house, their fragrance combining with my prayers for Brad and Ashely as their wedding approached.
--the sounds of the water slide and children's laughter at the community pool, and the smell and taste of cheap and slightly waterlogged pizza
--brushing my husband's hand as we picked blueberries in the cool green undergrowth of Steve and Laurie's yard and popping the dew fresh berries into our mouths.
--my friend's radiant beauty and tremulous hand grasp as she watched her son greet his bride.
--seeing my baby greet me (after almost a week with grandma and grandpa) with delight--not the anger that always followed a post-hospitalization reunion, and hearing that the Princess slept by herself at "Camp Grandparents", not with Grandma and Grandpa.
--participating in the mass family potty victory dance and song ("M-- made a po-op; He made it in the pot-ty! YEAH M---!!!").
For once, summer is ending too quickly for me. We had our first session with the new piano teacher yesterday. The children will be starting school soon, "real" school, according to the princess, and soccer season gears up next week (complete with the new and not-so-improved commute to my daughter's training complex). Life is moving on.
But hopefully, not moving on before I can tuck away a few more halcyon summer days.
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2 Comments:
Summer went by much to quickly out here too!! I'm trying to talk Mike Datema into buying your house as an investment property and leasing it out...we drove by and got a flyer after we went to the movies last night. That was a bittersweet moment, I haven't been by the house since you left...it seemed more like a big gaping hole than an empty house to me.
I sure miss you guys.
Love,
Sally
Heather,
Oh yes, how Mom and I remember those wonderful, encouraging "training" songs. AND, how we clapped when we looked in the potty at the "result" of our sons' efforts!
Be of very good cheer -- this is the last -- until the "grands" come!!
Love,
Dad
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