7:25 pm September 25, 2007Life
Tonight was one of those nights that was just perfect. Calm. Peaceful. Lovely. We all went to Jachin’s monthly pack meeting, where we shot off some homemade rockets until it became too dark to retrieve them from the near-black parking lot of the church. Jachin’s rocket was lost, a casualty of the dusk. We’ll go back in the morning and search the parking lot and nearby field to see if we can salvage the foam and construction paper-made wonder.
After pack meeting, we rode our bikes home in the dark, chilly air. There was a bright, full moon rising over the mountain. I’d take a picture of it, but my cruddy photography skills would do it little justice. At home we made hot cocoa and pulled the dining room chairs out onto the deck to chat and watch the stars. We found the big dipper, and the little dipper, and something that may have been Mars or Venus, and we discussed whether a wish is null and void if you accidentally wish upon a blinking airplane.
I looked down the row of dining room chairs at my awesome family: my sweet hubby beside me; Jachin, in his adorable cub scout shirt, huddling over his steaming mug; and Zoe, shivering because she thought her 80 degree mug was too hot to hold… so she set it down on the deck to chill.
Our chatter grew quiet and we gazed out at the stars and our beautiful, newly grown grass, and I think the same thought came into all of our heads at once. Jachin was the first to speak up.
He sighed and said, “Life. Is. Good.”
I sighed and said, “Yeah, life is good.”
Zoe sighed and said, “Life is warm and cold.”
Jachin gave her a weird look through the dark and said, “Life is good even if that made sense.”
Oh, the wisdom of five year olds, because life is warm and cold. But man, when it’s warm, it’s good.
