Today….I am writing this garden party post for me.
So I won’t forget.
So one day when I am old and gray and sitting on a rocking chair watching the sun set over the pond surrounded by 27 cats and a flock of chickens and my memory is quickly failing…..
…..I will read this post and remember.
I’ll remember the perfect day.
I’ll remember giggles and laughter and a full discussion of what was going on in fourth grade and who talked to who over by the swings and why Taylor Swift writes her own songs and what does it mean when someone is “going” with someone and where are they even “going” any way.
Like when are you old enough to make your hair blonder.
And can you wear big hoop earrings in high school.
And can you still hula hoop when you’re a mom.
Really important things….just like that.
We talked and talked and talked.
And told silly jokes.
And talked some more.
The grass was green and warm and squishy between our toes.
The spring breezes were blowing gently and the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds.
And the cats kept trying to eat the cupcakes.
And as I sat there quietly in the meadow with the wind softly blowing and the birds chirping and the quiet chatter all around me….
….I didn’t want to blink.
That moment….that instant…that slice of a spring afternoon….was so perfect….
…..I wanted to remember it forever.
I wanted to take that perfect spring afternoon with its strawberries and cupcakes and bare feet and sprinkles…..and tie it up with a bow and tuck it away.
Life is so fast.
It’s like a roller coaster with its winding tracks and hills and valleys and tiny cars….speeding faster and faster.
Moment after moment tumbling by at break-neck speed.
Spinning and swirling and rushing….never slowing to take it all in.
I know I have to blink.
I know the roller coaster will speed on by…..even though I am pressing on the brake with all my might.
I know the days of cupcakes and sprinkles are ever so brief.
But for one afternoon on one perfect day….I wanted to live in that moment.
I wanted to simply be.
I wanted to hula hoop and grin and laugh until my sides hurt….at a simple garden party with two giggling blonde haired, blue-eyed story tellers perched at a table in the back pasture.
And forever imprint that perfect day…
…..on my heart.