A few things I am thankful for on this rainy Monday, as I remember last week's gloriously sunny Mother's Day at the lake called the ":
- Eowyn on the beach, hugging the dog cut from metal. She asks him if he's cold standing there in the wind and the waves.
- Holding a feather up against the wind to feel it buzz and tremble with memory of flight.
- Pebbles worn smooth and collected precious in pockets.
- Chicken, peppers, and something new--Grill (cheese)--all smoky and delicious from the tiny camp grill.
- A hot bath after a good day of fresh air and sun...and the aroma of coffee wafting in from the kitchen--the promise of a night-cap movie-date mit meinen Mann.
- The best Mother's Day gifts of all--A two-year-old's words, each with weight carefully measured: "I lov' you Mama." And the one-year-old snuggling deeper into the curve of my neck as I tell her I love her too, that she's a special girl. She pats my pack in response, three distinct times, and I feel the words, maybe even more than if she had spoken them.