I don't know why but it seems like I'm enjoying this summer weather more than I ever have. Maybe because I'm grateful to be home. Maybe because I am remembering to appreciate the world around me more. Maybe because Seattle in July is the loveliest spot on the planet.
How I wish I could bottle it up and save some of the sunshine and warmth and blue blue skies. (Well, yesterday was cloudy but that's the exception!)
Last week, Emma and I made raspberry jam. Five batches. We used raspberries that had been picked that morning at a local farm. Popping one of them in my mouth made me swoon. An explosion of warm sweetness and sunshine and the good earth. Times like that make me grateful for a Heavenly Father who loves me. Why else would there be such delicious decadence in the world?
As I surveyed the pretty jewel toned jars on the counter when we were done, I realized I had successfully bottled up some of July. In that bottle were sweet fruit, laughter I shared with Emma while she crushed berries and I stirred jam, and sunshine.
All winter when I am making sandwiches for my children to take to school, I will not be spreading raspberry jam on the bread.
I will be spreading sunshine.
(That's what I'll tell myself...I will be needing some sunshine.)