Kayaking yesterday after dinner, we each had our own boat, very different from past years where they sat in our boats with us. This time they were on their own. They stayed near us and then they paddled away, back and forth, in and out. One time we all came together, our own little island, and shared the brownies they had made to celebrate their grandfather’s birthday. And then we floated apart again, gazing at the darkening sky, watching a dragonfly flit over the water, listening to a dog’s bark echo across the lake. Laughing, learning, and bumping into each other, we navigated the evening on the lake together.
And so it is with our lives. I know that we are lucky to have had these summers with them, weaving the special with the mundane, creating our group that comes together and moves apart, as we did on the water. Simple pleasures.