Yesterday, we went for a walk with the kids. It was beautiful out. The Weather Network promised wind, but it was so comfortable out. The sun was shining. The roads were pretty clear. No snow pants necessary. Etc etc etc. We loved it.
As we walked, we caught a whiff of a fire. Like a fire pit fire. Laela piped up first and heaved a deep sigh.
“That smell reminds me of Waskesiu.”
Everyone agreed.
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I am SO thrilled my family loves Waskesiu the way I always have, but that makes it so much harder that we may have to cancel all of our summer plans there. I reminded them that its a possibility, and we talked about how nice it is outside and the kids of fun we might have staying closer to home this season. Rowan commented that there was still lots to look forward to, like the parade and all of the music over our towns weekend celebration in June.
Except, very likely, that will be cancelled, too.
😩
It is SUCH a weird, sad time. I am very grateful that my family and friends are healthy and well and safe. I’m thankful for resources that make it possible for all of us to stay home together. I’m relieved that we actually have a really lovely time together and no one feels at risk. There is SO much good! But, man. I am sad for my children and all they will miss this coming summer.
We may not get the lake, or camp, or birthday parties, or backyard barbecues with friends, but we will get our yard developed, tag, sprinklers, bike rides, chalk, bubbles, thunderstorms, lap pools, sun tans, gardening, and all kinds of creative things we’ve yet to come up with.
There is lots and lots of good. But today, I sorrow a little for the summer we dreamed of. Our jam packed July and our lazy at-home August.
God knows. So I don’t have to. Thank goodness.