We could see the ominous clouds rolling in from across the lake but there was still sun over our so-small corner of the world.
The kids continued to swim for a bit as the winds shifted and the shapes in the sky quickly changed each time I looked away and then back again.
The air was now different and less “summery”.
The fire already lit for s’mores, we made our way to the back, our mouths watering for the combined flavors of puffy marshmallow, melting chocolate and crunchy graham.
We made it just in time to enjoy a few of our special treats and chat by the flames before the first drops fell to cool our sun-kissed skin.
My last, huge marshmallow caught fire and I blew it out laughing as I puckered my lips, trying to soak in every moment, sticky fingers and all.
I couldn’t remember the last time I made s’mores by a real fire.
They tasted SO much better that way…
Later that night I plopped K in the bottom bunk, her temporary bed while at the cottage. I covered her with her favorite blankie and tucked her “stuffies” all around her.
As the thunder rolled, so did her cries of exhaustion and of not wanting to miss any little thing. Two storms raging at once. I know those feelings too, even at 38 years of age.
I calmed her with a lullaby as the falling raindrops sounded above our heads.
She slowly stopped fussing, her little cries only a whimper that soon turned into heavier breaths and then little girl snores.
My mind drifted off as she did and as I lay next to her these words came to me.
“My life goes on in endless song,
Above earth’s lamentation
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
That hails a new creation…
No storm can shake my inmost calm,
While to that rock I’m clinging
If love is Lord of heaven and earth
How can I keep from singing?”
And then I was calm too and I felt my heartbeat slow. I LISTENED to the rain and my baby girl’s breath. I felt her warm body next to mine, as I watched her little chest rise and fall, her still small hands, splayed across her chest.
I froze the moments in my mind. Forever.
My life does flow on in endless song but lately some things HAVE kept me from singing.
And I really think it is time to change that now…
Our time away gave me some new perspective on many things. And for that I will always be grateful…
Alison says
Love this, Elaine. So beautifully written.
Sing on, sister!
Kat says
Lump in my throat. Such beautiful words. And I have been feeling much the same lately.
Gorgeous. Well done!
And that photo is not to be believed. WOW!
Lanette says
Lovely
Lanette says
Lovely
Jennifer says
I love hymns. Gospel music is one of my favorites. Especially Southern gospel. Sometimes when I feel really low I’ll turn on the gospel Pandora station and let the words soothe my heart.
Sisters from Another Mister says
Btw your photography and your words … what a blessing this little post is …
Katie says
Oh this is so lovely Elaine. I’m glad I paused in all my work to stop and read it. Simply lovely.
Jessica says
I’m glad you got some time away and were able to gain a new perspective (and enjoy some delicious s’mores!).
Tamara Camera says
Whoa, the storm photo! Incredible. Beautiful, beautiful post. I had a rough night with Scarlet but bedtime was just impossibly sweet tonight. I’ll remember it always, I hope.
Greta @gfunkified says
I’m happy to have read this as I wait for my kids to FINALLY go to bed, surrounded by noise noise and more noise. I need a peaceful few moments and I;m glad you had yours. 🙂
Tonya says
Lovely and peaceful. Amazing what vacation and a fresh perspective can do for your psyche.
nicole says
I’ve been working on reclaiming gratitude and optimism in my life. I got too caught up in what I didn’t have, what wasn’t working, etc. I like myself better when I see the good.
Lydia says
So beautiful in so many ways. 🙂
Leah says
Beautiful storm picture. I love having those moments when “my heart takes a picture forever”. Best photography there is!
Kim@Co-Pilot Mom says
How I love those remember-forever moments. Such a gorgeous photo, Elaine.
Julia Hunter says
Very lovely, I know that feeling of never wanting to miss anything.