I am dizzy with happiness~giddy with a sweet contentment that floods my heart. Was I made for this very moment? The excited calls of the boys coming down the river, the buzz of the bee on the white wildflowers, James plucking at the grass at the edge of his blanket. There is pine on the softest breeze, there is the quiet ripple of the water, there is the haze of the late summer sky.
A picnic lunch, waiting to be laid out and then devoured by these boys too soon to be grown. I am constantly reminded of the way these days will soon be gone. But I will always remember today, a picnic beside the creek, and the thrill it was.
An hour later:
A simple comment about the beauty and perfection of our picnic bouyed Mr. Wonderful in a way I haven't noticed before. Was my cheerfulness such a surprise? Have I really become so stressed---so habitually mothering that I have forgotten how to let it go and enjoy life?
How can I regain a sense of childishness, (at least every now and then) the kind that refuses to think about the next meal, the missed naptimes and how to make them up, ect.?
Can I learn to give the gift of contentment? If I walked in true peace, with a grateful heart, what kind of difference might that make in our home and in all our days?























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