The warm, star-filled night beckoned and the big kids took Dad up on his summer-long offer to sleep on the deck. Air mattresses were filled and bags were laid out as the kids settled into their slumber party, right outside our bedroom window. I was surprised (but shouldn't have been) when Daddy jumped into his own bag out there with them instead of into the 'real' bed, with me. I listened to their giggles and their gradually slowing breathing through the window as they drifted off to sleep. Then, I did, too.
Mid-night, I was awakened by voices out on the deck: Kate and her Dad were in deep conversation about stars and satellites and planets and God's creations. I couldn't help but listen in, and smile.
The morning broke, beautiful and cool. The babies and I dragged our oatmeal to the porch to eat and we watched as the 'campers' gradually discovered morning. When everyone was awake, we all gathered on the sleeping bags, giggling and wrestling and savoring the morning. I can't think of a better way to start the day.
Oh, how I love summer!
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3 comments:
Sounds magical!
and that's exactly why i'm sad it's almost over. oh well.
Now I'm all teary- that sounds just perfect.
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