I woke up yesterday morning to an empty house, silent and still. I laid in bed unraveling my ideas and thoughts of this moment of solo time to spare. Unsure of how long my daughter and husband would be out, rather than wasting any time in ‘thoughts‘ of doing something, I jumped out of bed to do something. Knowing they went on an early morning hike together, it would mean I had a few hours alone, and I could either move really slow and savor the leisure time, or…! I quickly (literally ran) gathered my pencils, paint brushes, cheap watercolors, a blank page of watercolor paper, a small jar of water, a napkin, painters tape to tape my page onto a piece of cardboard, inspiration, and brewed a cup of coffee. I sharpen a pencil, pour myself a cup of a Del Mar brew, and sketch… and thankfully, I found myself in a zone where there is no measure of time; no restraint.
It is a blessed day in America, full of celebration and fellowship. This is what everyday should be like, thankful that we live in this amazing country and so proud to be American. Home of the brave and land of the free.
We spent the afternoon with friends and their church at Cadman park in Clairemont. I love community festivities, and the patriotism of red, white, blue, broad stripes and bright stars everywhere. We made some new friends, and Evie made some new friends of her own too! I love watching the interaction of children at playgrounds… they have nothing else on their mind except– “lets be friends, and let’s play right now!”
Later in the evening, I took Evie up to Presidio Park to watch the gorgeous firework show above San Diego Bay. I didn’t tell her where we were going, and when we reached the top said, “I wonder why there are so many people and what are they doing up here?” As I was trying to find a parking spot, I told her to look out into the distance, and she squealed in excitement as the first fireworks of the night lit up the entire sky in color.
We finally squeezed into a parking spot, and hurried up to the hillside. It was gorgeous and memorable. Earlier in the day I had explained to Evie about Independence Day. So as I carried her in my arms to watch the fireworks together at my height, she says in my ear,
“Let’s thank God for making our country free…“
so we closed our eyes, and she begins to pray out loud while strangers around us are watching fireworks in silence. My four year old has quite a loud speaking voice, and I was sure that those who stood a few feet away from us heard two things: fireworks and Evie’s heart of thankfulness,
“Thank you God for making our country free, and that we can watch fireworks every, sometimes, and we can watch fireworks because you made our country free…thank you God, in Jesus name, AMEN!”
It is one thing to bring children to see something fun to watch because of the spirit of the holiday, but it is even more profound knowing that they celebrate it from deep down in their hearts because they know its significance. God bless the children!
Summertime in San Diego feels like a scorching desert to me. The older I get, the more concerned I am of my health and even more concerned about my daughters light skin. Thankfully, Evie loves wearing hats, and if I could find a little floppy giant sunhat with a brim that expands all the way out to her prone-to-burn shoulders, I would force her to wear one every day this summer.