We ate lunch with my grandparents on Friday.
I am always amazed at them-
My Nana, quiet but attentive.
My Papa, boisterous and fun.
And while age may have slowed them down,
It surely hasn’t taken away their personalities,
their perfectly complementary personalities.
We went to buy plants for a vegetable garden.
And they knew I had no clue what I was doing.
And they guided me.
Told me what to buy.
How to plant.
What kind of watering can to use.
And they were proud.
And they were happy.
And I was proud.
And I was happy.
And it took my breath away.
And maybe brought a few tears to my eyes.
Because I know that it won’t always be like this.
***
Today we planted our garden.
The children got messy, and so did I.
I squished my toes in the dirt.
I felt the sun on my skin.
They dug holes with their hands,
And stomped around on the topsoil to make it “nice and fa-lat”.
(We’re from the south, ya know? All words must be at least 2 syllables long here!)
And I was proud.
And I was happy.
And they were proud.
And they were happy.
And it took my breath away.
And maybe brought a few tears to my eyes.
Because I know that it won’t always be like this.
***
Tonight we went to hear my brother’s band play.
He’s really good. They’re really good.
And they had some amazing guests sitting in with them.
My parents were there,
And we sat together sans children.
Which was nice for a change…
They played “good ol’ songs”.
And some reggae.
And some country.
And some originals.
And as my oh-so-musical family sat there singing a long to “Quinn the Eskimo” and “Dang Me“,
I thought this is it…my life is perfect.
And I am proud.
And I am happy.
And they are proud.
And they are happy.
And it took my breath away.
And maybe brought a few tears to my eyes.
Because I know that it won’t always be like this.
***
What more could I ask for on Mother’s Day than to be proud and happy?
And to have the opportunity to make others proud and happy?
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
such wonderful memories to cherish forever.
Happy Mother’s Day Friend.
Beautiful.
You’re an amazing writer.
You take my breath away
You bring tears to my eyes
You always bring joy to my life
I love you!
mama
WOW…I visit your site every now and then when I have a few minutes to myself because it is so interesting. Today I was just simply going to check and see that I was spelling Lydia’s name correctly for a comment on facebook. Then as always I stay on your site way longer than I had planned or had time for. But I really really love this blog. Being a mother is so special and you have such a way of writing. I am jealous, I wish I could express myself like that. Anyway long story short…..you get an A+ on this one.