I have memories of childhood and board books. I remember stiff, thick board books about horses and animals, and I especially remember Snoopy and Peanuts and, earlier still, Winnie-the-Pooh books, and my little red stool my mom kept in my room for as long as I can remember. I remember my Snoopy stuffed animal and the color of my first pillow cases that smelled so clean after Mom washed them and they dried in the sun on the line behind the house.
Today I reread Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter and I was suddenly back to early childhood with my imagination on fire.
Then we drove today out of our beautful area and a young buck crossed the road nonchalantly, this year’s fresh antlers still in velvet.
Then we went and took in Independence Day, grilled hotdogs, ate sweet watermelons, canteloupe, strawberry cake, and relished the spectacle of fireworks with the saints from church.
I am tired, and I have Sunday school material to work on in the morning still when it’ll still be dark, but my cup is full. Thank you, Lord, for days like today.