crafting flower fairies with Mary,
hiking through wildflower fields,
and organizing Wednesday tennis dates with Grandpa Fritz.
Almost every day included a bike ride,
reading on the front porch
and writing fairy stories.
Ever the indulgent brothers, Hans and Stefan allowed Mary to play beauty parlor.
Turnabout is always fair play.
Now my children are hanging over my shoulder–“You left out Wasp Wars and the chickens, rafting the Provo River, hiking to the cave…”
I can only capture a little; we mourn that our days slipped by too quickly. Tonight they are lining up their backpacks, gathering school lunch supplies and reminding Erik that they need blessings before starting school tomorrow. I wish we’d had another week or two of summer but I’m invigorated by their enthusiasm for fresh pencils and new classes. It’s time for me to finish all the tasks I’ve neglected; dot my i’s and cross my t’s.
And ever, always, every day at home is sweet.