Whispered on the Wind

On each Fourth of July evening for my entire childhood, while me and my cousins ran with sparklers, caught fire flies in a jar, and roasted marshmallows in the embers of the charcoal fire, my father would boldly proclaim in all of his Irish charm, “Fourth of July the summer is over!” This announcement would momentarily stop us in our tracks before we called back, oh no, it’s just beginning! And we would carry on relishing in the excitement of the many summer enjoyments ahead. We were sure there would be more beach days, weekend barbecues, summer guests and late-night storytelling to come. And there was.
For some reason my father’s announcement always startled me. I still remember how it sent a chill down my spine. What did he mean? What omen did the message carry, if any? My father was a knowledgeable man, a man of deep thought and maybe most importantly to my feeling of shocked wonder, a man who focused on and understood the passing of time. There had to be more to it than Irish folklore or a teasing, torment to our fun for him to make such a declaration. It haunted me.
Decades later, after the 2019 Fourth of July, as I sit on my deck sipping my very early morning coffee overlooking the property, I notice the first bloom is off the flowers in the many beds, tiny yellow leaves float down on the manicured lawn and the cicadas chirp their long song to the heat of the morning, it comes to me! There is a seasonal transition taking place! Although there will be a second late summer bloom in the flower beds and many more trips to the beach, family barbecues, and weekend visitors, summer is not over, but she is surely winding down.

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As I sit and sip, I begin to ponder how this transition applies to life, my life, and the secret message unfolds. The wonders and the excitement of the beginning of a season and the promise it holds, its first bloom; and then almost unnoticeably, a quiet transition begins to take place, if it is recognized, that signals a turning point, an ending of sought that offers the opportunity for a marvelous second bloom within the same season.
In the slight breeze that begins to blow, I hear my father’s voice whisper softly in my ear, “Fourth of July, the summer is over.”

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Coffee with a Kick!

Now that summer is finally upon us there is nothing more refreshing then a cup of iced coffee. The best part is no matter what time of the day it is a cold refreshing glass of iced coffee is a great idea. Add a flavor to it and it’s like heaven in a glass.
The other evening, I had a few of my best girlfriends over and I wanted to put out something different to drink. We always have the same old rose’, spiked seltzers or sangria. So, I started experimenting. We all love coffee so I made a big pot and got out my ice cube trays. In one tray I made coffee cubes and in the other tray I froze whole milk.          Next, I combined the coffee and milk cubes in my blender and added sweetened condensed milk and Bourbon. Yes, I said Bourbon! It is so easy to make. If you are hosting a 4th of July bash whip up a batch of these bad boys. They will be a great addition to any summer party.


Ingredients
2 cups of coffee
1/3 cups condensed milk, sweetened
½ cup whole milk
¼ cup Bourbon

How to Make It
Pour coffee and milk into ice cube trays freeze overnight. Combine cubes in blender add condensed milk and Bourbon. Top it off with some whipped cream and a few espresso beans and enjoy the slushy goodness.

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Just Another Day in The Hood

That is motherhood of course. Before I had children, I thought I was productive. Boy was I wrong. I didn’t know the meaning of productive. These days I am out of bed before 6 a.m. Making breakfast, packing snacks getting kids ready for school. After several frustrating years I’ve got the whole morning routine down. Both of my kids have a check list because I got tired of chasing them around like a lunatic making sure they brushed their teeth and put on clothes. If I left it up to them, they would go to school with dragon breath wearing pajamas. I swear sometimes I feel like I’ve put in a full day by 8 am and by that time I’m on my way to work hauling ass to make it on time.

My life may seem busy and at times I feel like I’m holding on by a thread, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. There is nothing I love more than being a mother. As I sit here typing this blog in my son’s bed, he curls up next to me to snuggle. It’s the best feeling on earth. Minus the fact that he just farted and laughed, still there is nowhere else I would rather be.  Mom life has its glamorous moments like today for example, I attended my son’s moving up ceremony. My daughter and I got all dressed up it was the perfect day. Then there are those times when I want to rip the hair out of my head, like when we are in the grocery store and one of them decides to have a major meltdown at the checkout counter and everyone is staring at us.

At the end of the day no matter how chaotic it is, motherhood is the best hood! Hope you all have a good night I am going to cuddle with my babies.

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