Those summer. . . ni-ights!

Summer days, drifted away

But oh! Oh! The summer nights!

~ from Grease

Last night on the way home from an impromptu playdate with our good friends, The Nankervis/Esler Clan:


Isaiah: "That was fun, hanging out with Cassidy in the storm."

Zachary: "Fiona, too!"

Isaiah: "You were playing with Fiona. We're six so we were doing big kid things."

Me: "Hey guys. . . wasn't it funny that there was ice coming from the sky even in the summer?"

Isaiah: "Mom, are you talking about the hail storm?"

Me: (in my head) Yeah, wise ass.

Isaiah: "Boiled peanuts?"

Cassidy: "Yep. Boiled peanuts!"

Isaiah: "Tastes kind of unusual."

Cassidy: "To me, they're yummy!"

Isaiah: "Hey! The shells might make good boats for the river next to the cars!"

Cassidy: "Good idea!"

Me: "You and Cassidy and Zachary and Fiona are old friends."

Isaiah: "No, we are not old!"

Me: "Not you are old. But you've known each other for a long time. Like you and Cass met when you were only one. And Fi and Zach were only a few weeks old."

Isaiah: "I was only one?"

Me: "Yep. You hadn't even turned two yet!"

Zachary: "But no, Mommy. You and Fiona's mommy and daddy are old friends because you have to be old. But me and Fiona, we did used to be baby friends."

Me: "Baby friends, huh?"

Zachary: "Mommy?"

Me: "Yes?"

Zachary: "Now, I think we are in each other's family."

Me: "I like that. Old friends are like family."

Isaiah: "Wait--are you sure I was only one when I met Cassidy? I don't remember that. . . . I really don't."

In and out of screen doors. . . hail storms. . . laughter. . .Popsicles.. . .watermelon. . .mosquitoes . . .kids. . . life. . . .





. . . and witnessing all of the magic on a big covered porch with old old friends, young old friends, formerly baby friends. . . .and, of course, family. . . . .







*sigh*


This, my friends, is summer in the southern United States.

****
Happy Summer, y'all.

What's it like in your neck of the woods?