What Did I Do to Deserve This?

The pillow is still missing.

For reals.

The house is scoured, and I do mean scoured.

I have no idea where this week has gone.

Now that the BoyChild is on summer break, and here more often than not - I feel fragmented.

We are up to tom foolery all the live long day, and there is part of me that thinks I need to be more regimented, and another part of me that will rue the day I regiment myself when he's grown and long gone and I'm alone, again, naturally.

Here's the week in photos - not sure that words are necessary.

What do I see here?

The beauty of summer, the frivolity of youth, and a life where clocks are paid no never mind.

A life who's to do list is started with

'find the beauty'.

photo by the BoyChild

A life deeply breathed.

A life in slow motion.

Where the breaking of beans keep the time.

A life that finds entertainment unplugged.

A life ripe with possibilities.

A life where joy, happiness and appreciation are cultivated with the same fervor

that berries and beans are.

 A life where we promise each other to never get old in spirit.

A life in which the weather is measured by how fast the laundry dries on the line...

photo by istockphoto

And the summer nights are spent watching nature wind down for the day.

So, would somebody please tell me what in the sam hill I did to deserve all of this?