I love summer. I love being hot. I love smelling like coconut sunscreen, bug spray and maybe charcoal. I love having a tan. I love sitting outside, feeling the hot sun beat down on me and then jumping into a cool body of water. I love playing in the pool with my babies; splashing them, laughing with them, seeing their messy hair and hearing squeals of delight as they soar down rushing water slides.
I love watching my kids chow down on watermelon. That juice running down their arms clear to their elbows, the sticky red lips and slurpy noises that accompany the task.
So, I’m sad. Next week is not the end of summer (I’m pretty sure that comes in October for St. Louis), but it is the end of total abandon. Yes, Cooper starts school in a little over one week.
Unfortunately, just because of how things fell, I’m watching a baby all 5 days, all day that week. So our opportunities to be spontaneous are much more narrow and short-lived. I’m going to try to live it up a bit though. I think we’ll head to the water park at least 2 times in the evening next week. 😀
Have I mentioned that a water park at the end of the day, complete with sandwiches brought from home for dinner and not leaving until they close at 8 pm, is a perfect way to end any evening any day of the summer? Well, it is. Half price admission after 5 adds the icing to that cake. Try it, you’ll like it. (And invite me to come too ok?)
What are you trying to cram in one last time before school starts?
9 years ago today, I married the love of my life! We started a new life together with heads and hearts full of dreams. We’ve experienced rough circumstances in our marriage, but we have always been together in them. We’ve truly been there for each other for better or for worse. In sickness and in health, till death we part…in 70 years when we are roughly 93? That’s my best guess babe. You’ve got 61 years to go.
Jeremy and I have both commented that we are extremely and uniquely blessed in that we had firework-worthy pre-marital counseling and prep. Seriously…I bet it was 2 straight years of marriage conferences, Bible studies, book studies, counseling, classes and even mentoring before the big day. After we tied the knot, we continued to seek out knowledge about how we could work together as a couple. We did more marriage Bible studies, more book studies by Christian authors, more marriage conferences and more mentoring. We still do today.
But probably the most important aspect is that we did it in COMMUNITY. From the start of our dating relationship, we surrounded ourselves with other Christian couples and we leaned on them for help, for fun, for encouragement and support. We committed to praying for those couples and they committed to praying for us. When we had a little hiccup, we got help with it so that it didn’t become a boat rocking mess. Not that we haven’t had those too though…
We aren’t perfect. Our marriage isn’t perfect. But we are a testimony to the difference that is made when you have 3 things: Jesus, training/mentorship, and community.
To all those people who have been a part of our 9 years of marriage, thanks! You have been with us through a lot.
9 years have flown by my love, and when I think of all that is ahead of us..whew! Can you imagine 61 more years with ME? HA! What fun we’ll have. I love you babe.