Summers at the lake have spoiled us. Truly, I feel like we have it all. Sunsets, campfires, s'mores, waves lapping the shore, pelicans, skiing, hammock time, tubing, swimming, reading, water as smooth as glass, gardening, fishing, feeding the birds, gopher patrol, kites, having company, baking, "Taps", hummingbirds, flowers, spying baby birds in a nest, ... The simplest things seem to be what we cherish the most. Sunsets rank pretty high on my list. It’s a time to pause, sigh, and reflect on the gift of contentment. The other night I watched the sunset for about a half hour. There were a few low clouds which eventually passed across the sun, creating spectacular golden rays as the sun neared the horizon. The colors and patterns were constantly changing, creating an entirely new view every few minutes. It’s a time to pause, sigh, and reflect on the gift of contentment. Bliss. Hannah has been playing "Taps" on her trumpet at the end of the dock most evenings. She plays just as the sun slips out of sight leaving the sky ablaze. The lyrics say it well, "Day is done, gone the sun, from the lakes, from the hills, from the skies. All is well, safely rest, God is nigh." What an honor to be in this moment.
