Weekend Magic
Weekends are filled with exceptionally special magic. Relaxing country drives to a farm forty-five minutes away to seek out what is supposed to be the best sweet corn in the state, good ole American baseball games, and waking to the soundtrack of rain and thankful we have nowhere to go today. Today is slow, it has a relaxed pace, and the pitter-pat of the rain and its magical rhythm lure us into a happy stupor. Even laundry piles even feel less daunting. Today is a day to slow down and appreciate our lives, to spend with our family, and enjoy the slower pace of the weekend.
Saturdays are filled with the magic sounds of baseball. Baseball games are filled with the whack of a hard baseball on a wooden bat on repeat. It is food stalls with the freshest, sweetest cantaloupe melon you have ever eaten. It is when giggles can be heard from children playing make-believe and running around the yard as they yell, “I am going to get you, tag you are it!” and it is when our pulse rates lower and we sink into a chair, between wash loads, and flip through our favorite magazine. The laundry is soon forgotten till tomorrow morning.
As the weekend unfolds, unexpected friends stop by. We invite them to stay for dinner, which turns into laughs shared on the front porch or stoop after everyone is finished eating. The kids race around the yard yelling as they play hide and seek. Lightning bugs make themselves known as they light the sky. Children stop chasing each other to catch them in their hands. They struggle to get a closer look at this light-up bug and stumble in the dark, giggling, as the bugs allude to their tiny hands. Magic is heard from all over the yard by little one's laughter.
Weekends have their own flow. They are slower by nature. They are filled with extra time spent with the people we care the most about. Now we have the time to listen to our child store that is a half-hour long with no point. We sit and listen and take it all in. We can play red light, and green light, with our children. Watermelon is shared, lemonade is poured, porches are alive with conversations and twinkle lights, and when we take a breath, we realize we are surrounded by magic. It takes our breath away.
