Sunday, October 2
Last night I hugged my dad and hugged my brother.
Sissy made no-churn ice cream and homemade cinnamon rolls to see us off.
The colors are changing, and we are changing.
I wonder when we’ll see fall again.
Our daughter needs us home.
She’s exhausted (as we all are),
and friends have come to move her
out of our home into her new home.
Nobody is sure about what goes and what stays.
Her histamine train is approaching warp speed,
and our car can’t keep up.
Yep, just as I suspected. This is going to be good.
I hope so… 😉
At least I’m writing. Maybe there will be pieces…
Beautiful, poignant reflection, Sandy. Thank you for blessing us with your words!
Thanks for blessing me with your ever-present presence, Martha.
Oh, man. Nailed it. Waiting for the day when you stop, really STOP — at your new home, whenever and wherever it is found — and breathe, breathe, breathe. Because when that happens, all of this — these last four+ months of pain, work, worry — all of it will come pouring out of you in wondrous ways. This is a beautiful beginning. Oh, yeah.
I love you, Diana, you know? And I’m kind of liking this in-between time that feels like a little vacation…
I wonder when we’ll see fall again. <– my fav bit
I wonder if I’ll learn to notice change in seasons. Or maybe it will be perpetual summer in all spheres? That would be nice…