One of my favorite things to do in the world is to go on a walk with my husband. That’s actually one of the reasons we fell in love with Madison. It has some very beautiful lakes surrounded by trails for walking. The other day, as we walked in the humid, sticky weather, I was blessed with a “swingset moment.” The childhood memory whisked back before I even saw what was happening. I heard the high pitched screeches of excitement from three children, two of which were wearing their everyday clothes soaking wet, weighing them down like heavy blankets. The third child was a toddler who very proudly pranced around the yard, wearing only his diaper.
Oh, the summertime joys of the sprinkler. The pure joy and giddiness you feel when the water chases you across the yard. The thrill of that ice cold water. The memories flooded me – leaning over the streaming water, the sudden urge to scream as the water gets you, the feel of the cold soggy grass under your toes. These kids were living the life I long to live – not one with drenched clothes and sopping wet hair, one with the freedom to laugh and scream from the amount of fun you are having. They were truly appreciating the simple joys in life (water and a hose).