Friday, June 3, 2011


My dear friend Erin and her three sweet daughters.

The boys enjoyed eating a picnic lunch with the girls.

Muddy play!

I hate to admit it, but I was secretly dreading summer. The thought of having all four boys 24/7 was just a wee bit intimidating. Since spring break, I've had a private countdown, praying the school year would last just a little bit longer.

Today felt like the first official day of summer. Everyone but Connor was out of school. After kindergarten pickup, my oldest (in friendship years) friend Erin and her female brood met us for a picnic lunch and creek stomp.

The creek oozed with mud and the vegetation seemed especially thick. All seven kids thoroughly enjoyed hunting creek creatures, while squishing mud between their toes. Erin was such a trooper about the whole experience; she developed a poison ivy like rash on her leg, and lost a shoe in the mud, but she still smiled, laughed, and seemed to savor the experience.

After awhile, our party of nine exited the creek. We hurried to my house, where the kids devoured popsicles and rinsed off with backyard water play.

Erin and I sat on the patio, taking in the whole scene. We sipped on diet cokes, while engaging in actual conversation. At one point, I turned to her and said, "Isn't this what you always dreamed we'd be doing." We both smiled as we reveled in a long friendship and a backyard full of kids.

After Erin left, Chris called from work to ask about the first day of summer.

I replied without hesitation, "It was great."

If this is summer, ten weeks doesn't seem like enough time.

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