And then -
There are those days….those rare and precious days…
When our ducks are all aligned in a neat little row…
Grateful.
For family.
For love.
For joy.
For Joy
One Year Later
Every now and again - I digress.
A step away from my usual practice....to share my true love.
One year.
It doesn't seem possible. He's growing so fast.
Seems just yesterday that I wrote this:
A new life.
Ten fingers. Ten tiny little toes. The sweetest face.
A breath. A cry.
A warm little bundle sleeping soundly on my chest. His heart and mine - beating.
And it just gets better and better.
Doesn't it?
Life's most deliciously precious gift.
Grey Winter Strolling
Surprised to see such a sight - I asked:
What are you doing? Where are you going? Is this a walk you walk every day?
He looked at me surprised that I was as surprised to see:
Strolling - he said. To nowhere in particular.
Just doing what we do...getting our exercise...as we must every day.
He spoke as if I should know.
I confessed - I know not.
Here in these mountains - they call me a flatlander.
Never have I felt more so than I did today.
Once again - I'm reminded.
This is Vermont.
I can expect the unexpected.
Even...and especially on a grey winter day.