I Can Almost Taste It

"Leroy bet me I couldn't find a pot of gold at the end, and I told him that was a stupid bet because the rainbow was enough." -Rita Mae Brown

"Mom, Dad, come see this!" were the exclamations that came from the other end of the house. And it was worth getting up to see.

We were sitting on the bed discussing the fact that there were no more evening concerts to attend, no more homework packets to wrestle Jonah into doing, no more major school projects that needed completing. Our main concern at this point is who needs to wear sunscreen to school and who needs to bring a water bottle to the next field trip.

It is so close I can almost taste it. Warm summer nights free of agendas. Oh I suppose there will be agendas, but they will be of the slurpee consuming, nature walking, quality family time variety. 

The end of another school year. It really is the light at the end of the tunnel, and that light is getting bigger and closer. It is that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and I can almost reach out and grab it.