Spanish moss hangs from the trees lining the highway. The drive home is not particularly horrendous except the adults are just plain worn out from a week at Disney plus four days of races, including the Marathon. Two kids sleep on either side of me. The littlest one took his socks off and put them on his hands just before falling asleep. Five minutes later the oldest one woke up. Children’s timing never fails to amaze me.
I look into my youngest granddaughter’s eyes and I see her daddy’s eyes looking back at me. I watch my granddaughter be nervous about getting up on stage and performing – just like me. My grandson’s hair is the mirror image of his mother’s at that age. The feeling those things give me is hard to describe, like a do-over, another chance, a miracle. In each of my grandchildren, I see little pieces of the family, little characteristics that I have seen before. Those weave us all together into a strong fabric of love and family. How dearly I have been blessed by watching this new generation.
I realize there are two more months of calendar winter ahead of us, but I am excited to plan the coming season’s garden and changes I will make in the yard. There is a tree to replace, a bush and some perennials to add, and I have been scheming to outwit the bunnies and squirrels. I hope hummingbirds discover my feeder this year. This process is my circle of life, the garden and yardening while the kids grow, move away, and then move back to watch the next generation begin the cycle. The force is strong within us.
and so we grow…
AND – Happy 96th Birthday Mom!