Let's see, I think this is Friday. It's a little past 6:30am and I'm sitting out on the screened in patio, listening to the early morning birds. Judging by the sounds, I'd say the dense wooded area at the foot of the back yard must be full of them. If it weren't for the competitive drone of the traffic on nearby Tukaseegee Road, I might think I was back home in French Woods. If I lived here, I suppose I would get used to it afterwhile but I have a tendancy to "look up" when I hear a car, wondering "who's coming?"
Once again, I spent yesterday in the world of Kaitlyn and Matthew and will do so again today. Since we live so far apart, how I cherish these special days of bonding even though by this point in my "life's journey," my stamina for keeping pace with a three year old and an almost one year old is not quite what it used to be. I'm so used to such a different kind of busyness that at the end of the day, I feel (in a way) as though I've "done nothing" and wonder why I am exhausted. It reminds me of when Bob and I would travel all day in the car and kid one another about being so tired out when all we did was "sit all day."
Later......
Among other things, I have managed to get dressed and even comb my hair. We have had a pretend picnic on a hooded bath towel in the middle of the living room floor, with one plastic spoon and one plastic cup packed in a trick-or-treat bucket "picnic basket." The picnic ended abruptly when Kaitlyn decided the bucket bore a better likeness to a helmet and she went bouncing away on her Moon Bounce ball with the Halloween bucket on her head.
I miss Bob so much when I am with these children that he never knew and my heart melts a little every time I see little glimpses of him in them. He would have enjoyed them so.
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