June has always been the best month of my life. The warmth, the brightness, the sunshine. The endless possibilities of each of the 30 days. This particular June, even more than others, is tantalizing with its possibilities. We are moving into our new home, celebrating Bub's fourth birthday, and recognizing Teebs as the amazing one and a half year old that he is going to be. This year, June is even more amazing than every one before it.
On Memorial Day we spent the afternoon lounging with Tom's family, and in the middle of great food and even better laughs I discovered that Teebs adores trampolines.
Really I shouldn't be shocked by that. Anything that makes me queasy and gasp makes Teebs happy. But still every time my youngest baby tries something new, and adores it, I get that little bit of shocking quiver reminding me that my babies are growing babies, and growing faster than I can even begin to grasp.
And that is hard to swallow. Each day that my babies are just a smidge bit bigger than the day before, just a tad bit more adventurous, just a pinch more curious, and tad bit taller, I swallow just that much harder. I swallow harder because my babies are turning into non-babies. They are turning into big boys.
But in June, for each of these 30 days that my babies get larger, it's ok. Because each day is bright and brilliant and beautiful. Like this day, today when we went to the zoo for the afternoon. Just my boys and me.
Just my big boys and me.
As much as I hate when Tom is on-call and can't join us for adventures, and as challenging as it is to tote two tumbling boys around the zoo with only my two hands and my waning patience...and as much as I would like to complain and say it's too hard and not a one person job... still, it's June. It's sunny. It's toasty outside even in the dark shadows of the shade. And we had a seriously delightful afternoon.
And when I look at it that way, anything I could complain about just doesn't seem important. Instead, it seems delightful.
Like two boys, two big boys, sitting next to their mama on a balmy June afternoon at the zoo. Just riding the train and waving haphazard waves at zoo animals as the train track whirls us around and around the zoo.
And the wonder, the pure joy, in our eyes that is just on the verge of too good to handle. That, that is what June is like.
June is like too good to handle. And it's only the second of June. So we can only imagine what lies ahead.
Whatever it is, it will almost certainly be too good to handle.
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