Dear friends, in the midst of a sizzling summer, the rain finally came yesterday. Not the downpour we needed, but enough to wet the earth and fill the cracks. For weeks, I had yearned for it, hoped for it, and, when it came, I couldn’t resist raising a window, the rhythm like music to my ears.
August is a busy month—family birthdays on both sides of the family, and one very special anniversary.
The Man's family gathered for an afternoon of fun in the sun recently, celebrating summer birthdays. The event found our darling Arabella (aka cupcake) meeting some of her relatives for the first time. She made a splash and took home the prize for best swimsuit, wouldn't you say?
A week ago, we drove over to my mom and dad’s place so they could enjoy a little time with cupcake. Two hours there and two hours back makes for a very long day, but to see the smiles on their faces made it worthwhile. I know they won’t be here always and seeing their great-grands brings them so much joy.
Well, well ... The Man and I celebrated our 35th wedding anniversary over the weekend. For the life of me, I don't know how it can be 35 years already, but there it is and here we are.
We interrupt this blog post to say we've changed just a teeny-weeny bit since this photo was taken.
Moving on ...
On Wednesday, we climbed aboard Cloud Nine and traveled to one of our favorite places, the charming San Antonio—the same place where we spent our honeymoon all those years ago. I’ve posted a number of times about the lovely Alamo City, but I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned the Tower of the Americas.
The Tower of the Americas has an interesting history, dating back to the 1968 HemisFair. We’ve dined in the revolving restaurant several times, and it’s always a first-class treat. The best plan is to reserve a table about 30 minutes prior to sunset. That way you get the city views by day and by night—breathtaking, both.
Even though we couldn't stay gone from home for long, our time away served us well. My spirit had been needing space for awhile, space to decompress, if only for a few days, to let go of the things that drain my mental energy, that weigh heavy on my heart.
Through the years, I’ve learned to listen, to take heed when my body and spirit prompt me to do, or not do, something. Perhaps that’s why people walk around in a steady dismal state—they don’t listen to their heart, to what their spirit is telling them.
It’s natural to put off what we know we need to do, simply because it’s not convenient, but sometimes you have to step away from the tight places and take time to just breathe, to gaze skyward, to stretch your arms wide, to place your feet firmly on the ground. It isn’t a magic potion; your problems won’t disappear. But time away can offer clarity and strength, renewed hope, and peace. Wonderful peace.
Until next time, sweet friends, I wish for you gentle moments and soft words. Thanks for keeping me company here.