I'm convinced that when God made the Garden of Eden, he located it here in Texas. Today was uncomfortably muggy. Not very hot, but just sticky enough to make you feel like taking a dip in a pool. I was a little disgruntled because I don't like taking Reagan out for walks when the weather is like this. It's just too hot for her, and I'm very wary of heat stroke. So, we lolled around on the floor, made pretzels, made bread, took baths, and then right before dinner I went outside to water the plants.
The air was so sweet and cool that I took deep lungfuls of it before hurrying back inside to get the girls ready for an evening walk. Forget about dinner, I knew I had to seize the moment. I took the precaution of spraying them down with mosquito repellent before getting out the jog stroller. And then, just as the sun began to settle behind the taller buildings, we headed down Texas Avenue.
Do you know the wonderful sensation of turning over your pillow on a hot summer night and pressing your cheek against the cool, freshly exposed side? That is what this was like. A new day had begun for us. Is that why Michelangelo made Evening a young woman and Dawn an old woman? He must have experienced the fresh start of a summer evening, and the laconic drudge of a sultry morning.
In one moment, the tumbled couch cushions, the girls' messy bedroom (due to construction of a new wall), the legos on the dining room table, and the general disarray of the house, receded into the sunset. I looked at my girls and found myself happier then I had been all day as we trundled down the street. Reagan pointed out cars. Kate wondered if she would ever get as big as Emma. Georgie kicked her legs and hogged the stroller seat. Aaah...the cool of the evening when everything has a fresh, new beginning.
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