Yesterday, God's good morning kiss to me was waking me up to see the first peach colored glow of the sunrise through the uncovered window in the stair landing.
I lay there in bed pondering the wonder of waking up at that exact moment,
then snuggled back into drowzy comfort for a few more moments of delicious sleep.
That was my first clue that it was going to be no ordinary day.
It was a day to remember, ponder, savor.
It was as perfect a July day as one could have in this imperfect world.
It was a summer day that defines those two words, "summer day".
It was hot, but not too hot, it was "just right" degrees.
It was a perfect, load up the grandkids and let's all go blueberry picking day.
Big grandkids kindly helped their little cousins.
Little ones ate their weight in blueberries.
Buckets of blue were gathered to freeze, so in the coming winter we can taste this day once again.
Sweet pigtailed granddaughter was carried in a cloth wrap against her mama's heart
last summer when we picked blueberries.
Next summer, there won't be much baby left in her.
This day, when her little hands are still dimpled as they pop berry after berry into her sweet little mouth...
imprint this summer day on my heart, God.
Why bathe dusty feet and wipe blue stained faces when a summer swim will do the trick?
And a perfect summer day is no time to worry about nutritious snacks when there's ice cream bars in the freezer.
After all, pounds of anti-oxidant filled blueberries are already nourishing little tummies.
Yesterday, I almost tasted the perfection of Eden on an ordinary July day,
that was anything but ordinary.
I should have known it was going to be a heaven kissed day,
when God's good morning kiss to me was that peach colored sunrise.