slip n slide.
i wanted one sooo badly as a kid.
but, my brother, sister and i had to get creative.
we decided to make our own.
we called it the rotten banana.
our knock off version of the wet banana*.
(*link to must see commercial)
ours was made out of a black tarp.
just add some running water.
perfect fun.
my husband and his coworkers
recently conjured up their own version of the slip n slide
during freshmen orientation week
at berry.
it really outdid any
i've ever seen.
over 200 feet of slipin' and slidin'.
not to mention downhill.
there was also the "kiddie slope".
for those less adventurous.
or rather, those who didn't want to wait in the mammoth line above.
and guess who wanted to go down.
(with some encouragement from his daddy.)
getting ready.
and, they're off.
look at him go.
his hands a little higher than before.
so secure with his daddy holding onto him.
enjoying every second.
i haven't been able to get these images
out of my head.
i can't help but think how
these pictures of my son and his daddy
call me to something greater.
or rather, someOne.
that i would live
with arms up and hands open.
surrendered and trusting
that He is with me.
His right arm around me.
that i would live in the moment.
and not try to control every moment,
grasping for some sort of self preservation.
that i could stop trying to arrange my life
to avoid inevitable slips and slides.
deviations from my plan.
but to accept His invitation to experience
them with Him.
the enjoyable and not so enjoyable.
arms up and hands open.
