Sunday, July 17, 2011
After some time spent catching up with one another and doing some swimming and floating, we all settled into our books and/or magazines. The puppy roamed around their yard and there we sat in the sun or shade, depending upon our preference. I love Sunday afternoons like that, enjoying the refreshing lake breeze and the comfortable ease of being with family but not feeling a need to fill the time with conversation. A quick run to the corner store to pick up Italian sandwiches (and a small pizza for my son) made for an easy lunch.
We returned home early in the evening, a little pink perhaps but content with that wonderful waterlogged feeling that follows a day spent at the lake or poolside. However, within no time, Sydney headed off to spend the evening with a few friends. Emma sat down at the piano. Paul jumped onto one of the laptops. Eric watched a little tv. Ziva returned to chewing one of her toys underneath my bed where I rested and typed on my laptop. The day together may not have lasted a full 12 hours, but that's okay. And the best thing is, we just might have another day off together tomorrow. Dare I hope? Or am I pushing my luck?
The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. -- Erma Bombeck