Snapshots of Childhood

Jul 7, 2017 · 2 min read

Lazy Days

Melting ice cream cones
Sliding through fingers
Running down to elbows
Shirts covered, shorts too
Ice cream mustaches and beards

So cute

Time spent swinging on the porch
The sound of airplanes overhead
A bright blue sky
And nowhere to be

A cool breeze that feels so good on a hot day
Lunch as the big event
Naps are the best

I hope our kids remember their childhood like I do.


It’s about pretending to have an interest in watering the garden
Just to get a hold of the hose

To soak the soil
Until it turns to mud

The perfect consistency
To stick your toes in
To run your purple truck through it
To make the sloppiest of puddles to shove every body part into

I love to watch him play.

I will have to strip him down and hose him
Before we go back into the house.

Life is Good

Turn the sprinkle on please, mama
Birds chirping
Early morning sun

Pants off.
Diapers only

Measuring cups, tractor, and purple truck

Trips back and forth
sprinkler to mud hole
carrying cold fresh water
to the murky brown puddle

Busy boys

Water streaming onto the sidewalk
People carefully passing through
the mess
with smiles on their faces
they know childhood when they see it

innocent, simple, and happy

an older lady says aloud,
Life is Good


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