Today it was 70 degrees. It was glorious. The girls and I spent hours in the backyard. but...they were BEARS tonight. Den Farlow has been out of town since Tuesday, and frankly, I'm not meant to be a single mom!
As I was making dinner and ignoring all their comments, a smell wafted in from outside. Someone was BBQ-ing.
Instantly I was transported back 8 years.
I was in the Sperry House. It was a day, quite like this one. The first warm day in a long and dreary winter. The promise of a spring to come. I remember calling my friend Josh and telling him we must celebrate. We gathered friends and roommates and had a picnic at our house that night. We spent the afternoon playing in the backyard. We played football and Jose taught me the Flea Flicker. It's still my signature move.
We grilled the most delicious pineapple for our dessert.
It was a delightful night and the beginning of one of the most fun summers of my life. I can remember it perfectly even 8 years later.
As I cut up the chicken nuggets tonight, I remembered that fun night in college. It was a gift.
Sometimes being a mom is hard. Sometimes i wish I was back at the Sperry House. Mostly I wish for a weekend where I can sleep in and do whatever I want.
But then I look at my little ones. Dirty from making a garden. Sticky from suckers on the deck. And I'm grateful.
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