"When you called me to be a Mama, You didn't ask for perfection. But that with every breath, I'd point them to You."

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

these are the days...

These are the days...

...when on a Friday night we pack up our sleeping bags and picnic blankets and Ziploc baggies full of snacks. Our UNO cards and lawn chairs and bug spray. When we gather with our community under a clear night's sky to watch an old childhood favorite, The Sandlot, on a big screen in front of the band shelter beneath the moon. When friends and their kids join us and our kids and the kids end up sharing folding chairs and root beer and popcorn. When seven year old boys giggle quietly during the movie and us moms exchange glances with the same knowing look of... "I have no idea why they're laughing but we're so glad they have so much fun together." When we bring our sleepy boys home at 11:30 at night and enjoy a Saturday morning of sleeping in, the only noise coming from the rumble of thunder outside as our kids actually sleep in until 9:00 in the morning. These are the days...








These are the days...

...when we spend an entire Saturday and Saturday night gathered with friends at a backdoor pool party. When we bake cookies and buy juice boxes and bottles of beer and five different kinds of snack mixes to share with party-goers. When we feast our appetites all day on pickle dip and corn dip and bean dip and beer bread with dip, while feasting our eyes on our kids having an absolute blast as they dip their feet even further into the deep end, testing the waters, making new friends, trying new things, creating summer memories that will last them a lifetime.






These are the days...

...when my husband celebrates Father's Day weekend with a red solo cup in one hand and his youngest babe in the other. When I marvel at all the other dads in the pool who treat my kids like their own, making them laugh with cannon balls off the diving board, water wrestling with them as they try to play basketball, and making sure that my youngest always has a floatation device around him when he starts drifting towards deeper waters...








These are the days...

...when our baby conquers his fear of not being able to touch the bottom, learning to use the pool noodle to kick himself from one end of the pool to the other. When our friends gush over how cute he is and how amazing he is at entertaining himself. When our basketball lover spends eight hours straight playing ball in the water and then shows off at the end of the night by doing turning jumps into the pool as he slams the ball through the hoop at the same time. These are the days...









These are the days...

...of sweet summertime photographs. Of action shots and water shots and a bunch of moms yelling, "1, 2, 3, JUMP!"





These are the days...

...when we watch our oldest conquer his fear of diving boards and we watch our youngest try that water slide for the first time. When older brother coaches baby brother at the top of that slide and the entire party stops to watch our five year old go down for the first time with shouts of, "You can do it Brandon! Hey Mom, you better get your camera! Look at how cute he is up there! Good job buddy!"























These are the days...

...when hands are sticky from cheese balls and tummies are full from hot dogs. When our friends turn on 90's rap music over the outdoor speakers and flip the pool lights on when it gets too dark to see in the water. When afternoon turns to evening and a blue sky turns to pinks and purples. When our kids are STILL swimming and the adults are laughing so hard, we're crying and we just can't convince ourselves to call it a night. These are the days...











These are the days...

...when we gather our entire family on a Sunday afternoon for a Father's Day celebration at the lake. When we take the boat for a spin, play with babies on blankets and fill up on Grandma's Strawberry pie. These are the days...

























These are the days. The sweetest days...