Simplicity

 

I loved our first house.  We lived in a neighborhood full of young families.  The kids, all really young at the time, would play in the cul-de-sac while moms sat and talked in the shade.

Our back yard was perfect, too.  We had wall-to-wall grass, with a sandbox/playhouse in one corner and grapevines hanging from the back porch.

I remember one day that we were all playing out in the back yard.  The water to the grapevines came on and started filling up the well around it.  One of the kids stooped down for a closer look, and called us all over to see.  The little bugs that lived at the base of the vine were all climbing up to escape the water.

We all lay there on the grass, on our stomachs, observing the bugs and cheering for their safety.  I remember thinking that I never wanted to forget that moment.  I was surrounded by my little ones, with nothing more important to do than lie in the grass together and watch the bugs.  Those moments are what makes life wonderful.

I wish things could always be that simple.