this day

The timing of mothers day seems quite intentional and oh so appreciated.  Bright blossoms, leaves unfurling and the hope of an entire season in front of you; It is breathe in the air of spring and the scent of grass wonderful.  After a morning cup of coffee in bed (my most favorite treat in the wide world) and opening up two brand new outfits that actually fit me (oh my goodness such a welcome feeling) and many, many beautiful little boy made cards, I thought I would go out for a morning stroll to the dairy down the road and fill up a jug or two of the fresh clean white stuff.  Listening to the chirps and the breeze was all that I would do, I thought.  When I was just about to turn the bend I felt the rhythm of little pitter patters right behind me.  I couldn’t help but smile and be oh so glad as he reached up for my hand and joined me on this beautiful mornings venture.  We passed the marsh marigolds and the green, green grass and the budding leaves, (real leaves!), and the first sparkles of gold in the not yet lifted darkness of the wood.  The milk truck passed us on our way there, so we left empty handed but full of excitement for the day ahead regardless.  And oh there was excitement.  Though we were quite sorry to see her go, a big old tree came tumbling to her death to clear the way for sunlight to beam onto our newly tilled vegetable garden.  I raked and shoveled all day, much to my contentment I must add, planting a few little seedlings I had started and many many seeds;  Always a little boy helper by my side willing to cover or dig or  fetch with never ending kisses for me and hugs too, handing me every little thing they found that they thought would be a good gift for mothers day.

This day.

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This day felt like the one I had been waiting for all my life.  

I hope your mothers day was filled with light and joy. 

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