A perfect evening

by Kelli Bowen

In all of the school transitioning, packing, unpacking, repacking, chaos, we sometimes find ourselves in the midst of a really perfect evening. 

The kitchen counters are covered with clutter, no one knows where a roll of tape is, and there are baskets of laundry to be put away, but we all spent the evening outside. 

Hubby brought our smoker grill back to life, for a third time. We sat around the patio table having steak and burgers while listening to the chickens in the yard and pheasants in the distance. 

I strung a new clothesline and hung out some clean towels. There are few things that SMELL better than laundry dried on the line. I’m not sure why, but whenever I hang clothes on a clothesline outside, it just makes me happy.

Miss A BEGGED us to play Ante-I-Over. I so just wanted to be lazy, but it was perfect weather, so all four of us threw a rubber ball over a shed hollering “ante-I-over” and “pigtails” as our already muddy dog was in the distance trying to unearth a gopher…living her best life. The giggles and “I got you”s echoed as Hubby acted as though he really didn’t understand the fine points of the game. “Oh, I run now?”

Then Hubby and I cruised the yard, testing the speed of our farm cart (it tops out at 12). The dog found more mud, and the girls designed costumes to avoid, at all costs, taking a shower. 

As the sun set on our little slice of Heaven, it really was a perfect evening.

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