I realized this afternoon while drinking my witching hour beer in the backyard with the boys that, although we spend a ton of time outside, I hadn't enjoyed the backyard much this year. Tonight's evening weather was perfect: warm, still, mosquito-free. After the kids went to bed and the spouse ran off to an errand, I sat outside on the deck and just...sat there. It's almost July and I haven't done that all summer!
For once I didn't read, listen to music, or chat with anyone on the phone. I sat there in the quiet, observing the scenery, zoning out, and praying. I caught myself humming "thy will be done" with the rhythm of the air conditioner. Those few quiet minutes ending in an almost subconscious prayer scratched me where I didn't know I itched. Perfection.