Summer days, drifted away
But oh! Oh! The summer nights!
~ from Grease
Last night on the way home from an impromptu playdate with our good friends, The Nankervis/Esler Clan:
Isaiah: "That was fun, hanging out with Cassidy in the storm."
Zachary: "Fiona, too!"
Isaiah: "You were playing with Fiona. We're six so we were doing big kid things."
Me: "Hey guys. . . wasn't it funny that there was ice coming from the sky even in the summer?"
Isaiah: "Mom, are you talking about the hail storm?"
Me: (in my head) Yeah, wise ass.
Isaiah: "Boiled peanuts?"
Cassidy: "Yep. Boiled peanuts!"
Isaiah: "Tastes kind of unusual."
Cassidy: "To me, they're yummy!"
Isaiah: "Hey! The shells might make good boats for the river next to the cars!"
Cassidy: "Good idea!"
Me: "You and Cassidy and Zachary and Fiona are old friends."
Isaiah: "No, we are not old!"
Me: "Not you are old. But you've known each other for a long time. Like you and Cass met when you were only one. And Fi and Zach were only a few weeks old."
Isaiah: "I was only one?"
Me: "Yep. You hadn't even turned two yet!"
Zachary: "But no, Mommy. You and Fiona's mommy and daddy are old friends because you have to be old. But me and Fiona, we did used to be baby friends."
Me: "Baby friends, huh?"
Zachary: "Now, I think we are in each other's family."
Me: "I like that. Old friends are like family."
Isaiah: "Wait--are you sure I was only one when I met Cassidy? I don't remember that. . . . I really don't."
In and out of screen doors. . . hail storms. . . laughter. . .Popsicles.. . .watermelon. . .mosquitoes . . .kids. . . life. . . .
. . . and witnessing all of the magic on a big covered porch with old old friends, young old friends, formerly baby friends. . . .and, of course, family. . . . .
This, my friends, is summer in the southern United States.
Happy Summer, y'all.
What's it like in your neck of the woods?