winding Maryland roads and the butterflies floating up in glimmering sunlight like the campfire sparks fly up against the backdrop of quickening summer darkness
Cunningham Falls and swimming at Courtney’s and the way she welcomed us in on a day close to a trip
so many swallowtails this year, so beautiful
traveling on varied Lehigh Shuttle buses up campus and down and grateful for my brother who successfully got us on one in the nick of time by watching the amazing app that tracks the buses in real time! How things change!!! Everything bigger- but O! the memories -us, wilted with heat and sweat, hanging on for dear life on those wild Lehigh buses, – Campus Connector, MOOV-In, Packer Express- the very names make me laugh out loud
And the sweet lady who chatted us all the way up the mountain and escorted us right to the foot of son’s new dorm- and impressed emphatically upon our VERY MINDS to stress the importance of NOT losing his I.D. card to our son- so, so funny. We show her the ID card holder we bought for him and were about to give him. She nods her approval.
the way I narrowly escape an infamous parking ticket; it’s all grace
Being able to talk math classes and calculus with my brother and my dad- and that one moment rising out of a speech at the Arts and Science convocation that suddenly galvanized me to action
the wonderful “hotel” bed at my mom’s (you know who you are!) and condoling with two long episodes of never before watched Call the Midwife (yes, yes, I did) the night of Move-In Day
Two new Lehigh mugs- and somehow I accidentally like his better than mine. Oops.
My Dad uncovering an essay from my freshman year of college- that I have often wondered about and remembered- a photo analysis- and the subject was my sister
the deep grief of a certain trouble I can never seem to escape
a big bowl of salty popcorn and Mary Poppins Returns
a recognition of a fleeting deep-seated peace of us all together- I didn’t ask for that peace or even really recognize I was missing it- and I know and knew its very fleetingness- but it was still real. It was still there.
The way he saved three tiny root beers and tossed them out to his brothers in a manly spirit of kind generosity and how he chose to buy snacks for sibs on the car ride home
The way one of them fingerknit a red head band for her cousin, and I came home to little cousin adorned with it
Joshua’s art work
a visit to Grammy Helen and PopPop John
Coffee and generous dollops of coconut whip cream on the first, hard day
an orangey sunset and sweetest friend and the way I see her photographic eye and the orange on orange on orange
Enter the Worship Circle playing loud and singing with my heart as we away, away
a silver BAM cello case
my darlings gather round in strong support- and I wonder how I can keep breaking this heart again, again- they way I broke my body open, the way I laid down my life, I know it will get better as I stumble dimly and wonder why
Asher at the helm with diplomacy and action- I watch in wonder; those little girls joyfully do all the chores with him
and I am grateful for this gift this particular day was for me
the way, months ago, my dad told me that no matter what, it would all be alright- and how did he know I would need those words?
the way the light gleams on a tended, tidied house
the way things will never be the same