They say the last day of summer isn’t until mid-September, but on this rainy gray morning when the heater needs to be turned on and the kids are filling the classrooms for another school year I believe it has already arrived. Sometimes the beginning of a new season happens slowly; two will coexist with one another for a week or a month. Other times it happens abruptly – one day you’re running through sprinklers barefooted and the next day you’re shoving your legs back into jeans and filling backpacks and lunch boxes in misty dark mornings.
I’ve not been writing here for a while. I decided to soak up every inch of summer by road tripping to California, running through Disneyland, canoeing down a river, finding time for card games and afternoon fishing trips with family, dancing under twinkling lights strung across green trees, treating little ones to end of summer ice cream excursions, and trying hard to get ahead on my book lists and TV marathons before summer ran out. I’ve been holding my bucket wide open this summer and the things that fell in were oh-so-pleasant. My cup overfloweth.
I think our cups are overflowing most of the time. Turns out the discussion about a half-empty/half-full glass is kind of obsolete because the cup is constantly spilling over with grace. We just forget to notice.
And though the world around us is jumping head first into a new season and the leaves are already beginning to change and the motion is spinning us all forward, forward, forward, can we just take a moment to stop and notice? To give thanks for each drop of grace that landed in our bucket this summer?
I tried hard this summer to notice. Late at night I would jot down what I remembered that day – the gifts, the blessings, the items added to my ever-growing bucket list. And before the next season has completely overtaken us, before we’re on to what’s new and what’s next, I believe a celebration for what’s past and what’s already been is in order.
- Clean sheets
- Mint chocolate chip ice cream
- Fragrant Evening Runs
- Morning yoga
- The brilliant blue of a peacock strutting through the zoo
- Baby wearing
- Large stacks of good books
- Bubbles shimmering in the sunshine
- A Chaco tan
- Belly laughs from little girls
- Late night snack excursions
- The joyful anticipation that invades wedding rehearsals
- Pixar movies
- Evening light
- Students that become friends
- Wildlife in my backyard
- Librarians who know me
- The mourning doves song outside my window
- Extra-caramel caramel macchiatos
- Authentic women
- Sleeping under the stars
- Drive in movie dates
- Big chords and loud notes on a Steinway piano
- Sister heart-to-hearts across four states
- Spinning under the light of Chinese lanterns
- Flowers to water
- The magic of baby laughter
These are the moments making up our days. These are the days making up our lives. And this is our own and only precious life. So let us give thanks for the moments.