Maybe that’s the best part of going away for a vacation-coming home again.
Madeleine L’Engle
(mom’s roses / Julie Cook / 2018)
Well…
for both happy and sad, today (yesterday in case you’re reading this today) has finally come.
The day for packing up and having to move from a temporary home back
to a real home has arrived…
This is the part of life’s story when being the adult, the grown-up, the parent,
the grandparent is one of the more difficult roles to play.
Life dictates that I’m supposed to be the one who knows what is best and
simply keep that stiff upper lip.
And so, reluctantly, I do.
We packed up and journeyed homeward.
A wreck, coupled by construction, on 285 had us sitting in traffic for over an hour.
Do you know what a screaming baby sounds like in a car stuck in the middle of
an interstate impasse?
A baby who is happy only as long as the car is moving??
I wanted to roll down the windows for all the truckers and cars alike—telling them this
is what I’m currently listening to so could everyone just please drive
like they’re supposed to!!!
Yet when we finally reached “home”, what a splendid greeting…
Mom’s little lone tea rose bush was in full bloom.
Blooms of anticipation for a great-granddaughter mom never meet here on earth but
who I know she has met long before I had even met my little one.
This wee one has finally come home…a home that was once mom’s home…
a home that was also once my own home.
What a most fitting welcome…
And so whereas I will miss these day to day moments of growth and change…
I know there’s just nothing like one’s own bed and one’s own space…
each providing a welcomed sense of peace
Sweet dreams my precious little wee one…
When you lie down, you will not be afraid;
when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.
Proverbs 3:24
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