But now, the sun is shining. The birds are singing. People are smiling. Flower buds are blooming. I can’t tell you how happy we are for the warmer weather. My youngest son was so excited he decided we HAD to make lemonade, or lemon juice as he calls it.
A trip to the store garnered us the appropriate ingredients. Yet, because of chronic leg pain, the store trip completely wiped out my desire to stand any longer, especially to make lemonade. A day passed, the sun rose again, temperatures raised. My son looked pitifully at me, wanting only one thing: lemonade.
So I got up and made some. I thought it would be quick and simple so that I could sit down again. Yet my son’s eagerness to watch the whole process and partake in the making slowed me down. But I didn’t complain because I was paid the highest compliment.
After inhaling his taste portion, my son proclaimed it “yummy.” He told me it was “better than Chick-Fil-A’s lemonade.” High praise indeed. It was in that moment that it hit me. God had given me a moment to be thankful for and store in my memory bank. He knows I’m dreading the aging process as my son slowly but surely needs me less and less. He knows how much I love to do things with my kids that will cement the fact that I love them and take joy in them. God knows me so well; He knew how much pleasure I would take turning lemons into lemonade.