One of the youth leaders and I employed her weather app to check ( once again) the weather for Panama City Beach, next week. All clear! You can’t know how thankful we are for that. Last year the forecast and actual weather was rain, followed by rain, followed by more rain and then rain. It rained. Not afternoon thunderstorms, so common during summer at the gulf, we had hurricane bands of rain and seas more rough than I have ever experienced them. All spring, I was a little worried thinking about this year.
For whatever reason, we are getting the all clear.
There is a part of my person that seems to enjoy worry and the actions of contingencies. But, for whatever the reason, this summer such is not showing itself so in my soul. I am existing and enjoying and trying to take in what is. I’m reading both the challenging and the entertaining. I am writing to build relationship and connection, but not forcing myself to produce materials. (There is time enough for that.)
Yesterday, Molly and I made my grandmother’s pound cake. It was really good. Not better than my Mama’s, but really good nonetheless. Last night, I swapped kids with dear friends of our family (my children have campaigned for years for us to let them be adopted by these dear folks.) And today, I have sat and talked with them over breakfast and lunch and in the car on errands. I’ve heard new stories and expanded my heart just a little more.
I don’t have many duties for Beach Freak, other than be the watchful mama. (Mainly CRAZY FUN adults go on this thing.) Most of “my girls” have aged up and will be leading in capacities this year. So, my plan is to sit in the sun and ride some waves that won’t suck me out to Cuba …and listen to some more stories of other people’s sons and daughters.