It was actually a somewhat cool day. The first day we had rain in what seemed like the entire summer. It’s funny that this was the day we finally made lemonade. Those lemons have been sitting on my counter for almost two weeks. There is just something about warm summer days that keeps me from my kitchen, even if it is for something as simple as making lemonade.
I was watching my friend’s 4 kids while she was able to go on a trip to a friend’s wedding. It worked out nicely because all of our kids are close to the same ages and are best of friends. I could hardly tell there were extra kids around, except at meal times of course. The only tricky thing was taking care of Adalaide as well as their 9 month old and it was almost exclusively because she gets jealous any time I am holding anyone else, including her brothers. The miracle was that by the second day she was trying to mother him and didn’t mind if I held him, most of the time anyway…
Okay, back to the lemonade. I had told my friend’s 8 year old daughter I had a mint lemonade recipe, so the entire morning she kept asking when we could go pick mint and make lemonade. I had a LOT of breakfast dishes to clean up, and people from church coming over in 30 minutes, but I decided I did not want to waste the opportunity I had to make her visit with us a memorable one.
I left the sink
half mostly full, grabbed my boots, and headed out to the damp ground around the pond.
We came back inside, and she squeezed every lemon all on her own. A labor of love. And excitement. And joy. And pride in herself. A beautiful end result if you ask me.
It was a refreshing experience overall (pun intended!). Have you ever been in a spot where you had your mind set on finishing a task and then made a conscious decision to stop. Were you grateful you decided to put it on hold to spend that time experiencing life? Aren’t experiences what life is all about? I would love to hear your thoughts on this!