A few days ago we were able to attend a wonderful summer gathering, filled with friends, good food, good music, and the perfect summer evening kind of weather. Clear skies, temperatures just cool enough and not too hot, and lightening bugs…or as one little girl called them – fire bumblebees.
While several of the kids were waiting for a ride in the row boat on the pond. there was a lot of talk about who did their nails just for this gathering. And you can see what happened. I had them gather around and show off their patriotic colors. From little toddler toes and fingers, to those of preteens, all equally proud of their ‘paint jobs’.
Once upon a time I was that little girl. I could swear it was just yesterday.
I don’t think I did the nail polish thing very much then, and still don’t to this day…it is just not my thing. But the giggling and playing and fun of a summer picnic, when you could chase those fire bumblebees and put them in jar and watch them glow, when maybe you got to see fire works or at least shine a sparkler for a few minutes, and then you stayed up late – much later than usual because there was no school the next day.
And you were just too excited to even eat that hotdog or hamburger. So much to see and do and games to play with all the other kids.
These little moments are part of our stories, each one unique and special and meant to be shared. Often it is just the recalling of a little thing, a small occurrence, that can bring up a whole chapter of life. Then if you share those memories with another friend you just may find that your life, your childhood, your experiences hold much in common.
Sometimes in that sharing we also find that we are not alone.
So tell me, dear friend, how would you begin your story? Would you start with the picnic, or the nail polish? With the fire bumblebees, or the ride in that boat? Maybe the flavor of that toasted marshmallow or that burger fresh off the grill… So many possibilities.
(Have a safe and happy 4th of July!)