Hammock

About a decade back, when we lived in the Big City, our neighbors Jeff and Sally had this amazing hammock. This hammock I loved. This hammock I wondered if maybe, in the dark of night, I could just move to our yard and no one would notice. Thing is, Jeff really loved that hammock, too, so I didn’t think it would pan out.

But this year, for Mother’s Day, Tom gave me a hammock. Well, he gave me a cheap hammock from Target, and permission to buy my dream hammock. You know, if I could find it.

It took me roughly two months, but i did track it down. Of course, it arrived just hours before Tom left town for the weekend, but I was so determined to enjoy that hammock this weekend, I muscled it together myself in 95 degree weather while watching three kids.

And today, while Ellery napped, I laid in the hammock. Shep and Neko took turns visiting me. We giggled and looked at clouds and took pictures. I had one of those moments where I couldn’t imagine anywhere I’d rather be.

And then a chicken pooped on us, and we all had to go inside and clean up.

But I still can’t imagine anywhere I’d rather be.