My beautiful wild boy of summer

My beautiful wild boy of summer

After weeks of feeling needful and restless, I am sitting in a space where I truly can say we are living the good life here in Silver Spring.  This weekend was pure magic, stirring up a little cocktail for my heart:  two parts gratitude, one part joy, shaken with giggles and good conversation and poured over three straight sunny days with no humidity.

I have so much to be thankful for in this little weekend respite. 

Thank you for a community who welcomes us with open arms, for friends who love expansively.

Thank you for a child who wakes up with delight because it is a “Max and Mommy day”.  For cuddles and hugs and a boy who can’t wait to be with me all day.  For giving me the patience to love his games again…

Thank you for little boys who love each other so dearly that they jump in the pool with arms wrapped around each other.  For children so patient and kind that they invite the two year to their picnic.  For freckled face, long legged, wild haired children who feel the freedom of summer soaking in their skin-who laugh with abandon as they sneak away to play magical imaginary games  in the backyard…

Thank you for ice cream trucks and drivers who will come back AFTER supper so we can save our tummies for dinner but not have to say no to opening a popsicle right then and there…

Thank you for friends who don’t want us to go home, even when it seems we have moved in with their family.  For friends who invite us to lounge at their pool and and allow us to help cook dinner.  For friends who will step in and help out with that little boy of mine when it clear he has stopped listening to me… 

Thank you for armfuls of lilies and a friend who is so wise and generous that I want to give the whole bunch to her.  Thank you for the look of delight on her face when I walk in the door….

Thank you for Cold Stone Creamery and for waffle cones and for the magical ability to eat it without getting a drop on my new white shirt….

Thank you for moonbounces and the look of sheer bliss on Max’s face as he spends two hours leaping through the air.  Thank you for the brilliant neighbor who decided to rent one for the blockparty…

Thank you for an ex-husband who cleans out my chimney a second time–just to be sure…

Thank you for spontaneous, homemade music and the sound of a cello floating in through a window.  Thank you for the Yo-Yo Ma CD I just found exactly when I was in the mood for cello.  Thank you for a wild courageous friend who sang in public for the first time, inspiring bravery in my heart..

Thank you for chewy chocolate cookies and cold milk eaten at 3am after a night full of dancing… 

Thank you for Harry Potter and for the fact that noone has told me what happens at the end of book 7.

Thank you for lemonade with fresh crushed mint.  Thank you for mojitos with fresh crushed mint.

Thank you for the dear soul sister who sends me emails full of inspiration and ideas when I am feeling stuck.

Thank you for sleep, so restful and deep with technicolor dreams.  And more mornings that come offering a bit of hope even when it is Monday.

May I be able to touch this feeling of gratitude when work drags me down, or when it starts to rain, or when I am feeling headachey or tired or grouchy.  May my memory of this contentment be with me when my patience is tried tomorrow or when the bills arrive in the mailbox or when sleep alludes my tired self.  My this peace linger when I am cut off in traffic, when rude people say hurtful things or when loneliness comes to visit.  I ask this in the name of all that is good and warm and sparkly. 

AMEN!

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