The porch is clean, the mildew bleached, the cobwebs shop-vac’ed, the faux wicker hosed and scrubbed, new cushions purchased.
Tablecloth on the table, fajitas on the grill, lemonade pies in the freezer, guacamole and chips on the kitchen island.
Husband and boys throwing the football in the front yard, me pouring a glass of sweet tea.
Supper on the porch, gratitude in the heart.
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside.