For the unknown-th August in a row, I am reminded of Where I’m From:
I come from a summer
Like none other before.
From two puppies on the first day
Before June even started.
Yes, Ethan and Ellie quickly became
Bitey and Mighty, Tiny and Whiny, Ethie-E and Ellie-Belly,
Who slept on the floor, then the couch, now the bed.
I am from my nephew’s first birthday,
Cami’s first concert at Red Rocks.
From days when we didn’t have to wonder,
“Daddy, are you staying home?”
And “When can we go camping?”
From a backyard tree house still in the works,
A rope stretched feet above the forest floor.
I am from Simon Says, “knee, layout, flip!”
And “I can jump higher then YOU!”
From getting tossed overboard into the cool Blue Mesa waters
And a campsite in the pines.
From staying up late, binge watching our favorite shows,
And waking up at all hours, scolding
“Outside!” and “Down!”
“No bites” and “No teeth!”
From finally starting our kitchen renovation
Right before back-to-school,
Time spent handing Micah the tools,
Like I did when I was just his girlfriend.
I am from a mouthful of braces saying,
“Mom, I thound like Jimm-uh Fow-un. It’s so EW!”
From time spent in the present,
The present of presence.
From the gift that is now.
I come from a summer like none other before.
And summer’s not over.
I carry it with me.