It is soooo hot. Sticky. Miserable. Hard to move hot. I wish I had an air mattress. I would sleep outside tonight.
As we finished up the dishes last night, Maggie grabbed me.
"Come outside, Mom! They're back!"
We went out to the deck and pulled up a chair. Fireflies flickered all along the trees on the ridge and around the creek. We quietly chatted and enjoyed the miracle of fireflies. I heard a voice inside calling for mom. Grinned at Maggie and told her that as I was off duty, we would play like we heard nothing. Philip covered for me.
I am grateful for summer; hot, sticky, full of sparkling magical fairy dust fireflies. And Maggie to remind me to stop and enjoy them.