Slim side-wise grin of the moon, just in my view, and only from that one particular aspect ( I could only see it from exactly where I landed as I crawled into my van) and the way the gold light glimmered
Making dinner with wee rainbows all around me and its eggs and sausage, and dippy eggs and toast, and fruit all mixed with lemon crushed by my hands
and the way the rainbows fill the kitchen, glance off our skin, shine on the walls
Sprouted bread from Aldi toasty warm with spread
Sunday salad with red onion and cukes and greens and good seasons goodness
The way he stocks our pantry
3000 meters on the erg: again, again
Philosophy fragrances against my skin and their little voices, “Mommy, you smell delicious!”
Coconut Ice Cream and Ice Cream Sandwiches
Pumpkin bars and the promise of more as the squat can waits on my counter
Their happiness in October
The Admissions essay (am I thankful for this? I think it is the hardest thing I have ever encountered. Hard.)
Toast. And Hot Cocoa.
a (graduate) diploma in the mail. M. Tax.
The last soccer game under the lights
A food challenge saturated in prayer
October glory days, that sky, those clouds, that light…
the twirl of golden leaves
a needed pause to renew
a drape of fog weaving in and out of Pennsylvania mountains
A song from my high school years…just taking me back… and I take Todd back with me.
reconciliation and kindness
Endless Gifts in Photos…
a degree hard-earned; a drive down a beautiful road-with chickens, a red barn, and a road named after me; Merry’s new coat; a red soccer shirt;them walking; my darlings: big and little; french toast and maple syrup; Fall Harvest Festival with Contempic and Lemonades for four littles; Todd and his grandparents; twinnies cuddled up; an Eagle Project Complete; all round Mom and Dad’s table; my butterfly girls; that Maryland sky; Jonah helping Mellie practice piano; Pennsylvania mountains and fog – and all I have to do is point it out to Todd and say: Miss.