I’m in my son’s backyard with 3 of the Littles….2 ½, 4 ½ and 6. We are trying to beat the heat—-in a wading pool the size of well, you know, a wading pool. Twelve inches of water have been splashed down to eight, there is bubble wand residue floating in and among the grassy pieces and the extra sunscreen lathered on them has washed off in the water.
The youngest has taken to simply standing his little brown suitless body at the edge of the pool, behind first, then tumbling in. Without looking, of course. The other two catch on and it’s ‘plomp’ into the pool, back and bottom first and oh! that was a close call.
When he tries this, of course he is not looking, just heading pell mell for the pool and, “Ahhhhhhhhh, Pauly!
Nana, Paul crashed into me.”
The day ended busily, noisily and sadly when we finally had to leave that evening.
We honked and waved our goodbyes, relishing the 3 hours of peace and quiet as we drove home to Seattle.
My younger sister.
Do you think I could come stay with you at the hotel? I need some sister time and
I remember you said you had an extra bed. Yeah, I really need to get out of Dodge.”
I smile to myself and think, ‘God, I really do not have control over anything, do I?”
“In his heart a man plans his course,
It’s a crazy peace.