I have been married for … well, let’s not get specific here, but for a very long time. Over the years, my wife and I have learned how to work together to get things done. It’s almost like clockwork – well, until she goes away for a week. Then everything goes haywire.
My grandson and granddaughter are spending a few weeks here in Troy. They are from Denver, so Ohio is like a strange, exotic land to them. There are some things about Ohio they have trouble figuring out.
Reunions are an interesting subject. Not all families are blessed with the same number of children or even the same character qualities. Nonetheless, all families are gifted with their own uniqueness.
Austin, our early riser and six-year-old son, and I were sharing a few quiet moments and discussing various aspects of the day ahead. That’s when I told him: “You know, you really should go get dressed and check on Daisy, just in case she’s had her baby goats during the night.”
As a busy mother of six little darlings, if there is one thing I enjoy, that is stepping into my mom’s kitchen. Laughing, I informed her, “You know, it’s just like hungry hormones are released when I step into your kitchen!” Really there is something about it; it doesn’t matter what part of the day I happen to come to her house, I always feel like I could eat!
What a combination. It’s 6:00, the birds outside my window are trying to outdo each other, all six little children are sound asleep, and Mommy is ready to write! All we need is a stretcher to lengthen the next hour til we’re in full swing of the day.
Daniel stepped into the house, cradling something. A second look revealed the surprise, a perfectly adorable fawn covered with white spots. By all evidence, it was no more than a week old. We gasped. Could it be a real baby deer?
So many things happen. Life is made up of events and happenings; there are happy times and rough times. The difficult moments that test your patience to the max leave you wondering how you could ever forget them in the world. Time elapses, those stark negatives and intense trials have a way of melting back, and you cling to the positive memories. It’s like my mom says, “Memories tend to be viewed as better or worse than the actual event.” Whether we choose to view it from a positive or negative standpoint, life keeps moving on.
July has come to its final week. Summer’s first full month will soon slip quietly away, like the last grains of sand trickling from an hourglass.
We’re already a week deep into August—coasting steadily downhill on summer’s slope. In just over six weeks autumn will officially debut.