When my husband and I got married and went on our honeymoon to Jamaica we spent some quality time relaxing in a hammock for two underneath two large palm trees. That started a long time relationship not only for us but also a love for hammock time.
The other night during the last meteor shower, I took a pillow and a blanket outside at midnight and laid in the hammock enjoying a beautiful display of falling stars across the night sky. I was in complete bliss. Life just does not seem to get any better than that.
We have always had a hammock in our back yard. The kids have spent countless hours playing in it like a swing while our first boxer dog would lie underneath making sure to break their falls. There were many.
The hammock has been used as basket for our giant grapefruits that have been harvested. It has been used as quality time with grandma and grandpa telling the girls jokes and stories of the past.
The other night my husband and I went out side with a blanket to snuggle. I guess the hammock was getting worn out and as we snuggled down we began to hear popping noises and the hammock gave out leaving the two of us on the ground laughing until our bellies hurt.
That old hammock has been a part of our family for years and years. The weave of the hammock is intricate and complicated. It is strong and holds up to much stress, wear and abuse. It has played a big part of our family time. We will be definitely be getting a replacement because I can’t imagine life without one.
I guess when you think about it , it signifies family. A family can be complicated at times. Stress happens everyday to a family but some how, we are woven in a way that can not be broken. It bears the weight of our burdens and yet we manage to still stay together and love each other. It helps make memories and the time spent together is priceless.
I love hammock time.