Growing up. And beauty.

I’m sitting in a coffee shop at the University of Delaware – my alma mater. It always feels a little surreal to be back here. I wrote a song this morning out on the north green outside the building I lived in sophomore year. I know I’m not old, but I felt a little old sitting there watching students (so glad I never did a summer session!) stroll by. They look so little. I guess I look little too. I kept thinking, they’re 18. I’m 18. No, I’m not 18. I’m 25. Weird.

I went to the beach in southern DE with my best friend yesterday. It was wonderful. We were at the same beach we used to go to when we were 6 and 7 and later when we were 13, and 14, and 15. We swam in the same ocean. But we weren’t talking about boys (well maybe a little about our husbands and how wonderful they are) or school, or our parents…we were talking about mortgages, and getting moles removed (TMI? I’m supposed to be 25 not 60!), and starting families, and real life things. It was wonderful and it was crazy. When did I grow up? I don’t feel very grown up.

We celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary in Maine last week. It was beautiful. I kept telling Tyler that if you were someone who grew up in the south and you came to Maine for the first time, you wouldn’t believe that it could be part of the United States. Not that the culture or the people are all that different, but the landscape is crazy. Mountains, lakes, ocean, sky, so much green, and wild blueberries! We picked a bunch on our hike up one of the mountains in Acadia. Mmmm… They taste so good.

We rented a tandem kayak one day and spent the afternoon on Long Pond (more like a lake). It’s amazing to kayak on a lake with a mountain in the background and green trees all around. There were lots of lily pads along the shore. We sang worship songs a’cappella outside, on the water. It was truly lovely.

Now we’re hanging out in DE in anticipation of our friend’s wedding this weekend. We’re playing lots of music. Should be fun.

I hope all of you are having a delightful summer day.


2 responses

  1. “I am convinced that most people do not grow up. We find parking spaces and honor our credit cards. We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.”
    – Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter

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