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A pint for Mama means a pint of ice cream.
And after the day I had, this was the perfect reward, only a half-pint would have been plenty. I just can't eat as much as I used to. Maybe that's a blessing.
This was my view from the office today which happened to be one last fun day at the lake before school starts again next week. I was able to bring some work and finish it while watching my children and their cousins play in the lake. Only part of the time was work; I play, too, when it's time.
Thank you to H and C for letting us all splash around in your part of the lake and for giving the kids, and one brave adult, fast rides on the tube.
So many bumper stickers are just ways to spread a bad attitude to anyone caught behind that car. That's why this one was so refreshing to see in a parking lot last Sunday.
I've been harping lately to my children about the importance of the words that come out of our mouths. Words can bring life or death, health or poison.
The bitterness and hatred behind bitter and hateful words actually can cause real health problems, not just for the spewer of poison, but for the one who hears it and lets it sink into his/her bones.
"Death and life are in the power of the tongue: And they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof." Proverbs 18:21
School starts next week. It comes too soon every year before the summer is over. But to keep on the sunny side, I will say that the routine it imposes is great for all of us.
No matter how hard I try, summer is a routine-dasher, a plan-scrambler, a list shot to pieces.
Even so, the reason we took a day to go to the lake, then get ice cream, is that I am making memories with my children.
Time with them is short, but laundry and dishes and mopping will be around like a faithful companion long after I've watched them grow up.
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