Well, this summer has started with a bang! It has been a blast so far, and we have done so much on our list. I'm not sure I've ever enjoyed a summer so much. We've done so much, but all at the same time, we have lingering days that are hot. So hot you even feel the sting of the sun when you step outside and you're standing in the shade of a maple tree. On these days we eat popsicles that slowly drip down little boy hands, arms, then on to their bellies, and finally sliding off the stick to make a puddle of orange and cream on the sizzling sidewalk. Then, I look up to see the littlest reach down and grab that orange puddle to savor every last bit he can get before it's gone. That's gross. I know.
Tibby is almost finished with soccer. This has been the most incredible season for him. As I sit back and watch this boy show his uniqueness, his role in leadership, and his confidence explode, I can't help but burst inside at this baby of mine turning into a boy. He loves the sport; he plays well and he plays fair. He will score 9 points, but would never take a ball from you if you were going for it first. He will also be your biggest fan as he sits on the sidelines red faced and dripping in sweat all while waiting to get back out there and work as hard as he possibly can.
(I'm sure you can guess which one he is with those red socks he just had to have, because after all, red is his favorite color).
After all that hard work, we headed to our first baseball game of the year all while singing (and trying to figure out the words to) take me out to the ball game. And you should of seen the expression on those little faces when they heard it over the speaker at the game! Priceless.
There is my backwards hat baby, chatting it up with the Armadillo. This is one of the last pictures I may have of that boy wearing his hat this way. The next day he turned the hat around, and has been wearing it that way ever since.
Now, get ready for this. I have never seen/been to the ocean until we made this trip. SO, we headed to Cape Cod for a quiet afternoon of taking it all in.
Pure heaven. The smell, the sound, the vastness of it all. It was love at first sight. Somewhere I've always longed to be, and it made me feel right at home, like I belonged there. The water was cold, but I just had to feel it wash over my toes. I had to breathe in every last detail and feel that water in that ocean created by the same Creator that created me. Stunning.
We then headed to the sweetest little church I ever did see, to begin the celebration of friends and witnessing their love.
And the houses? Oh the houses! I dream of homes like these, I adore their charm, their character, and the care that seems to be put in to each one.
AND my favorite. I have always wanted a two story, white house, with black shutters. Take it in with me will you?
Do you love it as much as I do? I tried to convince my husband that I needed it, but he sadly is not moved by the "princess syndrome"
The next day we headed to the Harbor for a fast and furious speed boating adventure, some souvenir shopping, and a nice lunch of lobster rolls on a nearby cafe's patio as it started raining.
Oh Boston, how I loved thee, but I do have to say what a treat is was to come home to our flat, treeless prairie just in time to watch a Texas sunset and thunderstorm rolling in. I showed the beauty of Boston, now I'll share the sacred beauty that's deep in the heart of Texas and right out my front door. It really is good to be home.
The picture painted on the canvas sky just for His children to enjoy. The colors He chose were brilliant! The sun blazing behind the trees. Yes, it could only be from Him. The One who placed that sun in the sky.The One who sends that wind to kiss your face.The One who give us magnificent light shows flashing through the sky. The One who sings to you with the rolling thunder and the drip drop of the rain. The One who loves with His blood that was shed so that we could be forever right where we should be.