Sometimes, more often than it happens, we just need to get away.
Anywhere.
Like to a gym with nets.
Without the little people.
So we can smack a volleyball around…
and reminisce about having body parts that ran faster, hit harder, jumped higher or heavens, jumped at all.
And we can high-five people our own age. And gimp to the restroom alone. We can eat a whole banana without sharing and expect to find the dried cherries still in the trailmix.
We can play.
Thank you, Jesus…we can play.
Then when the day be done, we can smile…
because, by golly, we’re still standing.
And ‘standing’, at this moment, counts for something.
Glad you had fun.
Jeanne,
I love to see you having fun.
Love,
Jan
Jeanne,
Everyone deserves a little space. Glad you can still move your body.
Love,
Carolyn
I have to say, I’m not still standing. When I woke up Sunday morning, my body hurt from my toes (which were cramping) to my legs, belly, back, shoulders, arms and even finger tips. I’m going on 48 hours now and still grasping at the railing to make it up and down the stairs. But this too shall pass and Praise God that it will leave me in better condition than before our impulses to act like we were still in our 20′s.
Well…you’re still standing in the picture…heh. And I’m with ya…ain’t nothin’ not sore. Nothin’.
Jeanne,
Reminded me of my v-ball days and how much I miss it. Looks like u had tons of fun. It would be awesome playing w/u sometime!