I limp into the house after a crazy-busy (truly miraculous, but wow-exhausting) week of Pastor’s and Ministry Leader’s Gatherings. I drop my computer bag and kick off my shoes.
Proof of Life:
Outside, I nearly trip over the giant Tonka Fire truck on the patio and the hose gets stuck on a tiny tikes car as I attempt to water my potted plants.
Tall glass of ice cold water. I plop onto the swing and swing in to be gently rocked….wait, what is that? Wet!
Hahaha. The grandbebes have been here. While I was gone, they came to swim. I missed the hugs and kisses. I missed the sound of their laughter. I missed a summer day with my favorite people in the universe.
But the proof of their recent presence remains, perfumes the air and makes me smile.
Signed, a slightly damp nonna