Misty Water-Colored Memories

I love Water.  Water renews me – restores my soul.

As a newborn, I was christened into God’s family with the usual drizzle of water.   As a teen, I chose on my own to call myself a Child of God and was Baptized  – this time wholly immersed.  No, wewere not Baptists, but if it was good enough for Jesus….

I laughed and then cried when my brother fell into the lake as a toddler.  Twice.

The bond of trust was strengthened as – at the age of 7 or 8 – I was allowed to venture out to the pier on my own promising not to enter into the beckoning waves until I heard my mother call to me from the living room window.

My husband took swimming lessons when he found out I was pregnant so he would be able to splash and swim with our children.  I love him so much for that.

Summers of my youth found me:

*swimming diving skiing tubing

*eating breakfast on the boat as we drifted along listening to the preacher on the shore on glorious, sun-kissed mornings

*eating popcorn and cuddling under a blanket as we watched fireworks arcing in the midnight darkness of July

Summers now just taunt me – the heat and humidity is overwhelming and mocking.  I miss being on the water 24/7!  What is the point of 90-degrees  if one cannot cool off by jumping off a pier?!?!?   I am so thankful to my parents for sharing their love of water with me and later, with my husband.  They continue the tradition with my child.  My husband didn’t grow up on the water, but in our dreaming, we talk about moving closer to a lake.  He is so good to me.  My water glass runneth over.

We will visit my folks  a few more times this summer so that I can get my water fix.  I can’t wait.

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