This summer we are making peace with the moments...with each moment we receive.
Recently peace came while making lemonade with the boys.
Well actually the boys made lemonade.
They consulted the 33 year old Betty Crocker cookbook gifted to me by my maternal Grandmother.
They gathered lemons, a bag of sugar, a Pyrex measuring cup, a vintage strainer, a cutting board, a knife and their Great Grandmother's reamer...
and proceeded with the task at hand.
The boys gave the endeavor their undivided attention.
Gosh, how I love them.
The summers spent with my Grandmother and that same reamer flooded through me.
Good grief, I thought, it's just the boys making lemonade.
But not really.
I was a little girl...there again. Her voice. Her gestures. Her smile. Her hands.
I inhaled the comfort of memories.
Only now the hands of my boys were squeezing and twisting lemon halves on
my Grandmother's reamer...
...making their memories.
The moment was happening on our well-loved kitchen table
and there was beautiful sunlight.
When it seemed squeezing sour lemons could not get any sweeter, I looked beneath our family table
and saw Ursula lying at the feet of her boys.
I know that even though all is not well...
...all is good.
We have family
and
lemonade
and
love.
Memories seem to blossom in the sunshine of summer, don't they?
