My friend Jack gave me some good insight on life as we sat on the front porch of our cabin, watching the rain.
“I’ve just been sitting here thinking that everything in life has a purpose,” he said, as he swung slowly back and forth on the creaky porch swing.
“That’s true,” I said. “What made you think about that?”
“Cactuses,” he said.
I looked out at the moist green woods, and let the boy continue.
“Cactuses are prickly, but they’re great at storing water,” he said.”Trees are pretty good at storing water too. That’s their purpose. That and shelter, and paper.”
I looked at Jack, all droopy eyed from our busy weekend of pick-up baseball, campfires and Headless Horseman.
“What is the purpose of third grade boys?” I asked him.
“Toys,” he said. “Baseballs and bats…and, by the way, bats are good too. They eat bugs.”
I agreed with Jack about everything, even the bats (though I’m not a fan of the swooping.)
Everything in life has a purpose.
Marshmallows and life are meant to be toasted.
Weekends and friendships are meant to be savored.
And sleepy little boys are meant to be heard.
Happy Memorial Day from Jack, Molly B and Me. May God bless our military, especially those who have died to protect all we hold dear.
