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Joy In The Routine


Had a moment of pouting yesterday bemoaning the speed of summer.  It went something like this... "I haven't been able to do anything fun with the boys."  "All we have done is work."  "Summer is almost over." 

It was pathetic.  Sounded like this...  
Wah.. wah wah... wah wa...

Summer has blown by as quickly and as uncontrollably as the hot summer Nebraska winds, picking up my life tossing it upside down like my patio furniture cushions. 

And yet...it has been a wonderful summer with our evenings spent talking and relaxing. 

Coffee before work with my husband and boys.  The doors are open and the water going on the garden.

Coming home at night, eating together, reading and movies and snuggling.  Jazz music from my husband's IPOD, sounds from a movie in the troll hole or the sounds of cicada's singing us to sleep make our evenings complete.

The routine.  The daily.  These are the most beautiful sights and sounds of summer.  Boys' laughing and talking.  Dog panting excitedly when we walk in the door.  Cicada and crickets singing a duet.  

Sounds of brothers talking on the phone makes my heart sing.  The "I love you Bud" when my husband says goodbye to his son on the phone.  The sound of my son's excited voice.

The daily routine of a family is never mundane. 
 




Comments

  1. Hills N ValleysJuly 11, 2012 at 10:00 PM

    You are absolutely right. Sometimes I need that reminder...especially after inwardly (and on occasionally outloudly) complaining how much I want a road trip. Somewhere. When HERE is so very nice.

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  2. Heather Ann GillJuly 12, 2012 at 5:59 AM

    Thanks for joining me Joy. I love the feeling of community! Let's go on a journey...Home!

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