I am antsy today.  Impatient.  Fidgety.  Ready to be and do and go, with nowhere to go.  I don’t know if it is the fact that we’ve been here 3 years now and my mind automatically leans towards preparing for going away.  Maybe that’s what it is.

D.C. is so fast paced.  Seems to be a much more “in a hurry” kind of town.  Maybe it is the fact that I’m just over the hurry.  I prefer a much slower pace of life.  Mayberry, so to speak.

In all likelihood, even if we move, the new city will be pretty busy.  There aren’t too many Air Force bases in Mayberry-esque towns.  

Right now, it is a quiet, cloudy Sunday afternoon.  Chances are it will be raining soon.  Perfect nap taking, book reading, movie watching weather.  But, here I sit.  My computer chair bouncing with the agitated, anxious movement of my leg.  Don’t feel like I can sit still.  I need to find something to do with all this pent up “giddy up”.

Sure, I could go clean house.  I’ve already spent one day this week scrubbing the walls and baseboards downstairs.  But I don’t feel like cleaning.  I’d rather save that for when The Boy isn’t home.

I could go read, but I’m not sure I could sit still and focus.  

I have a photo shoot scheduled for this evening but looks like it will be raining by then.  

The sounds of the Braves game The Boy is listening to, which normally keeps me interested, isn’t slowing my brain either.  

Maybe if I write out what things are bouncing around in my brain, I can slow down and lose the fidgets.

The Boy’s job and all the possibilities, that’s the majority of it.  There are many ways this could go and I’m behind him 100% no matter what he chooses.  I’m excited for him.  He’s waited a long time to come to this decision and it means a great deal to his future.  I’ve been praying that God will give him direction and wisdom.  That whatever the answer is that he hears it clearly and there is no doubt.  I’ve also been praying that God will help me to leave it alone.  Not pester him about it.  Not ask all the questions bouncing around in my brain since I know he doesn’t have the answers and that makes him crazy.  I want to be there when HE’S ready to talk about it.  Having prayed him up while I wait.

Now maybe I can go relax a bit now.

I love summer. For all sorts of reasons. Swimming. Strawberry pie. Ice water on a hot afternoon. Lightning bugs. Long days. Gardening. Flowers. Fresh fruits and vegetables.

I love walking outside first thing in the morning to have a look at all our flowers and our garden.  The new blooms that have popped up over night.

The favorite items that, no matter where the Air Force moves us, are always there.  Peeking out from behind the garden we’ve grown at this home at this moment in our lives.  

I’ve always loved this statue.  Makes me think of my girls, sharing a book outside in the summer.  

Squash blossoms peeking out amongst the leaves.

Tiny green strawberries hiding on the edges of the pot.  Each morning I have to see if the birds have left us any strawberries.  They won’t touch the wild strawberries that grow along our fence.  They much prefer to steal the delectable ones in our strawberry pot.

The promise of fresh summer tomatoes makes me smile.  I don’t love tomatoes, I admit it.  But The Boy loves them.  He’ll walk out to the patio, pick one right off the plant, rinse it off at the sink and eat it like an apple.  Makes my heart happy to be able to do that for him.

I enjoyed taking a few minutes to step outside and take a look at the little things around me.  Sometimes we get in such a rush to hurry along and survive another day.  We’re waiting for that perfect moment, that perfect time to be able to enjoy ourselves.   Retirement, summer vacation, etc.

Step outside today and take a look around.  If you can’t find beauty right away, do what I did.  Walk around a bit.  Sit down in the grass, wiggle your toes in it.  Lay on your belly next the flower beds and just look.  Don’t think.  Just look.  There’s bound to be something there that catches your fancy.

If nothing else, at least you’ll give the neighbors something to talk about.