Magical Summer

There were summers...  many years ago...

that seemed to last forever. 

Things were different then.  The trees were fuller.  The grass was greener.  The days were longer.

There were picnics and there was bad-mitten.  Swimming and pretending.

I was a secret agent for a very high profile FBI agent when I wasn't spending time with my horse at Girls Club Camp or playing mumbly peg with my brothers and sisters.  What was real and what was pretend?  It didn't matter.  It was all magical.

The hot days didn't bother me then.  There was no noisy air conditioning, only a soft fan rotating and blowing warm air throughout the room.  Windows were opened and you could smell the fresh air if you put your nose up against the screen.

People weren't glued to their TV sets hearing the same news over and over again 24-7.  There was news at noon, six, and eleven.  Not too long after that, colored bars filled the screen and the TV was off the air till morning.

Other of my siblings might describe our childhood as poor and without opportunity.

But I had a black bear and a feisty tiger that could talk to me.  And I would dream of the day we'd all be famous.

Hope you're having a magical summer!

Touched By An Angel

Have I ever told you about my Mother's Angel?

In 1990 she suffered a heart attack that left her helpless and hopeless for three months. In the early hours of morning a group of doctors entered her Georgetown, Md. hospital room. One of the doctors was laden in white, radiant, and stood out from the rest... touching her foot... and revealing to her that she was going to be alright, prompting an immediate peace that swept over her.

The next morning her life support was removed. She miraculously began breathing and living life again on her own.

"Who were the doctors that were in my room in the early morning hours?" She asked the nurse who sat watch just outside her private room at the nurses station.

"I'm sorry Alice... but there were no doctors in your room last night."

Chill bumps would consume Mom days, months and years later when she'd talk about the angel that visited her room that night.

And as for me... I was given over three glorious years to say and do the things with Mom that I wouldn't have done had I not been reminded of how very fragile life is.

Love much. Hug often. Savor. Enjoy. Appreciate.

Hebrews 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers; for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.

My Mom passed away on July 5, 1994.

I remember her today with tears and laughter.