Lazy Sunday

My poor husband is not a fan of Sunday evenings. Come six o’clock on the lake, all the weekenders have packed up, and only a few boats remain. To him, it represents the death of a weekend, and the impending birth of a new work week. As for me, I relish the peace as the water once more grows still.

The sun, while still bright, has fallen behind our neighbor’s trees, saving us from its hot rays and squint-worthy glare. On nights like this, we can frolic in the lake as if it was our own personal pool, stretching endlessly in both directions.

Our puppies can play along side us, champion dog-paddlers that they are, their little paws pumping rhythmically beside us as they glide through the satin water. With no worries of careless boaters, I can lay on my back as I swim, my legs kicking lazily as I watch the clouds float by.

When I finally emerge from the water, I tend to my tiny little garden, filled with hopes and dreams in the form of tomato plant seedlings, despite the gardening debacle of last year. I am an optimist, after all, and this year my lovingly tended plants will thrive.

Big black dog still splashes happily in the water, my first-born follows behind me with her ever-present rock, and little pup runs circles around my husband with youthful abandon. My whole world is here in my backyard, together for this one perfect evening.

Though this is the time of the week Kirk dreads, for me, it is magic. It fills my heart to hear nothing but the lapping of water, or the yips of my littlest pup as she tries to keep up with her sisters. I love that I can talk with my husband about nothing and everything as we float freely in the summer hush, or sit on the dock, or smile at the dogs’ antics.

Of course, it’s not a fair comparison, for I no longer live the rat race as I once did. But life has so many blessing, some huge and obvious, some quiet and simple. For me, Sunday nights are a private blessing, one best experienced with family, but shared with the world :).

Now don't laugh - but at the bottom of this post is my very first attempt at a movie. It's not very long, but I hope you enjoy!

Tell me about your favorite little moments – the ones you store away for later, and think on with a smile.

Okay, my dear cake readers, I have some sad news. In five weeks time, I must fit into one fantabulous ball gown for the Golden Heart award ceremonies. Why is this sad, you ask? Because I have banned sweets from my house! So here is a very simple, back-to-basics ‘recipe’ that made me very happy today:

Homemade Juice-sicles!

I bought a very inexpensive popsicle maker, filled it with juice (I chose V8 V-Fusion Pomegranate Blueberry with 100% fruit and veggie juice), and waited (impatienty) for the magic to happen. 25 calorie, all natural yummy summer treat? Sign me up!