Monday, July 06, 2009




Simple pleasures. That's really what life is about and whether the thought of spending a weekend in a camper with your family makes you smile or cringe, its all a matter of taste. The way we camp today doesn't compare to the years in the tents truly roughing it, but today's camping trips are more about stealing away for a weekend then trying to live outdoors. As a writer, its my own private writing time where I don't feel guilty for hours pounding away on the laptop instead of doing housework or cooking or errands. For the family its a time to be together in one place and actually spend time with one another.

This year hasn't been an easy one for our family. Our middle son was deployed January 5 and won't be back until Thanksgiving. The Fourth of July, without him was rough. Thinking of him all those miles away in that incredible heat (118 on Saturday) was horrible. For the first time ever in my life I am wishing summer away and I hate that.
I often think ahead, what will next Fourth of July bring? What changes will have happened to all of us by then? Its those changes that make me cling to life's little moments. That's what really matters after all.

4 comments:

Rebecca Savage said...

Roni, if you go to my webpage and send email, I'll know it's you and you can collect your prize of any free book in pdf format for contacting me and leaving comment on TWRP boquet;)

Mary Ricksen said...

Just stay strong and keep your head in a positive place. Hopefully in a year it will start to become just a bad memory. I wish the best for your son and pray for his safety. I don't know how those poor kids stand that heat. When he comes home, he will be a man.

Rebecca Savage said...

It's funny how different he is even after basic training and technical training school, but you're right; He'll grow up over there;
I just hope it's in a good way;

Hywela Lyn said...

It must be so hard for you, Roni, with your son over there, time does pass incrdibly quickly though but I expoect it's absolutely dragging for you. I don't blame you in the slightest for wishing the summer away so that he can come home again.