Melting ice cream cones
Stickiness running through their fingers
and down to their elbows
Shirts are covered,
and shorts too
Ice cream mustaches
They look so cute
Time is spent swinging on the porch
with giggles and
the sound of airplanes overhead
There’s a bright blue sky
and we have nowhere to be
A cool breeze that feels so good on a hot day
Lunch as the big event
and naps that are the best
I hope our kids remember their childhood like I do.
It’s about pretending to have an interest in watering the garden
Just to get a hold of the hose
To soak the soil
Until it turns to mud
The perfect consistency
To stick your toes in
To run your purple truck through it
To make the sloppiest of puddles
to shove every body part into
I love to watch him play.
I will have to strip him down and hose him
Before we go back into the house.
Life is Good
Turn the sprinkle on please, mama
Early morning sun
Measuring cups, tractor, and purple truck.
Trips back and forth
sprinkler to mud hole
carrying cold fresh water
to the murky brown puddle
and busy boys
Water streaming onto the sidewalk
People carefully passing through
with smiles on their faces.
They know childhood when they see it.
innocent, simple, and happy
an older lady walking by says,
Life is Good
A little something I wrote July 7, 2017. I wanted to add it to my blog so I could keep track of it. It will be a part of the book I’m writing for our kids.