This morning I found four June bugs belly-up on the windowsill in the kitchen.
It’s a long windowsill that sits below some of my favorite windows to look out.
I had this silly thought that perhaps they were dying because June was almost over.
Kind of sounds like something my 7-year old might come up with, doesn’t it?
I looked past the poor little bugs, out to the blooming crepe myrtles that have been there for many years, and said something in my head that my father has probably said a million times in his. “It’s gonna be another hot one.”
It was a pretty ordinary day of unloading and loading the dishwasher, washing sheets that were subject to a “pee-pee accident” and playing “Toy Story”.
And I was right about the hot part. I started to sweat just going for the mail.
The dinner I made was kind of a fail but some times that happens. And thankfully I have a loving husband who is okay with it and kids who love fruits and vegetables.
And even more thankfully, I had some of my MOST favorite spinach and artichoke dip from the Publix in Florida to make up for it. Seriously the stuff they make in their deli is DA. BOMB. (does anyone still say that?)(guess I do) It’s better than I’ve had in any restaurant. I heat it with Parmesan cheese on top and all is right with the world again.
I ate it with some red pepper strips.
And as I sat and listened to my three blondies chatter around the dinner table I focused on Kay-Kay as she stuffed her little mouth with cantaloupe and steamed broccoli. I realized that tomorrow (or today when you probably read this) she is 21 months old.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to realize.
But on the other hand, I wouldn’t change the stage she’s in now for anything. I do ADORE this age. I ADORE her.
I feel so very blessed to have a daughter. For 21 months and beyond…