THERE WAS NO NEED to search for the pot of gold at the end of the double rainbow arcing across the early evening sky north of Lamberton on July Fourth.
No need, because the garage on my brother and sister-in-law’s rural acreage held something much more precious than gold. Family.
Every Fourth, my mom, my siblings and their families and my family (those who can make it) gather to celebrate our nation’s birth and a day together. It’s become a wonderful tradition—a day and evening of conversation and laughter, food and fun, as only we can mark the holiday.
We remember. We build new memories. This year we imprinted those rainbows upon our collective memory and watched as the kids played in the rain.
Hands splashing in puddles. Feet dancing. Hair and clothes soaked.
Such memories, such fun times together, truly more precious than gold.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling