They say summer doesn't start around here until after the 4th of July. Sure enough, after months of rain, yesterday was amazing. The sun made it's entrance and the day was perfect. We powered it out for 12 straight hours of 4th of July fun!
So this morning, on this unofficial 2nd day of summer, I did something I've been wanting to do for weeks - months, even. Nope, I didn't throw my suit on, pour myself some lemonade and blow up the swimming pool. I did something even better.
I mowed the lawn.
Yup, you heard me right. I mowed my lawn - front and back, up and down.
And I loved every second of it.
You see, last 4th of July, I stayed home with my baby while daddy and big sister went to watch the fire works. I was in the middle of a flare up and all the physical therapy, shots and steroids wasn't going to let this mama enjoy the show. I remember going to bed early last year wondering how many special events I'd miss. I remember thinking, "Next 4th of July, I am going to be there. No matter what. I'm going to celebrate."
And that I did. All day and night, with amazing friends.
So this morning as I drank my green smoothie and stared out the kitchen window, I knew exactly how I wanted to start the day.
When my oldest daughter saw me rolling out the lawn mower, she said, "Uh, mommy, you better leave that for daddy. He's the one with the stronger back."
"Don't worry sweetie. Mommy is stronger than you think."
Stronger than I think...
And with that, I was off. The girls laughed and cheered. I smiled - thankful.
Two hours later, sweaty and dirty, I couldn't help but step back and marvel at it all - marvel at strength.