Summer is here, and some days we do it well. Some days we the schoolwork, the serving, the errands, the tiny bits of structure. And some days, mostly because of me, we just don’t. I’m learning to take the good with the bad and call it all part of the same story. I am learning to look through the day with rose colored glasses and enjoy the little things.
Today Tatum finished out VBS camp with Jordan.
She really does love working with kids who need extra care and understanding. There is something in her that comes alive in that space. And thankfully, she will be right back serving again on Sunday, doing what has become one of her very favorite things.
And then there is regular summer at home. We are working on Latin and summer school, little by little. Some days it feels productive. Some days it feels like we are dragging ourselves through conjugations and answer keys. But then I find “I love you!” written at the top of her paper, and suddenly even Latin feels like a love note. She is my girl. I just adore her.
The birds are happy too, and honestly, ridiculously cute. Bluebell and Rio are their pretty little selves, and Ollie is still Ollie …obsessed with two things: water and pooping. He took a bath today..of course getting water everywhere. But usually it’s not water. We call him Sir Poopsalot (hint hint)
Outside, our quail families are still gathering around the house. New little families show up, with mama and daddy quail staying close to their babies, always watching, always protecting, always moving together. I love them so much. There is something so sweet about seeing those tiny babies tucked between their parents, learning the world under watchful eyes.
That feels like summer right now. A little school. A little serving. A little tired. A little messy. Birds splashing. Quail babies wandering. A girl growing up right in front of me.