My house is flooding

My former next door neighbors moved to a new home 1.6 miles away. Prior to their move, we had the pleasure of seeing Sara, Rob, Wilson and Rosemary “Rosie” almost every day on their way to school, church, park, on their bikes or just hearing them over the fence playing.  Yesterday they invited me over for a little playtime on their new trampoline, to share an al fresco dinner, paste flower decals on the bedroom wall, symbolic of friendship,  and to help them with their evening routine: putting on jammies, brushing teeth, washing face, tucking into bed and reading a story. Since I did not have my reading glasses, Rosie read to me. Wilson drew in his little journal and Sara, the mom, brought another book from Wilson’s room to read called, How Full Is Your Bucket, by Tom Rath and Mary Reckmeyer.  As it was getting late, and too late for another story, Rosie began to summarize the book, How Full Is Your Bucket and after her brief summary, she exclaimed, “my house is flooding!”  I knew and felt the same way, our love for each other, her brother Wilson, mom Sara and dad Rob, the fun jumping on the trampoline, thoughtful reading, joy of decorating her bedroom wall, and the shear peace and love present last evening, we knew, YES indeed, the house was flooding.  Wishing you a Full Bucket, so full that your house floods with love, fun, joy and peace.