When I was just a toddler, I loved to lean my ear against your chest and hear the deep rumble of your voice. Even at that young age, I felt protected in your arms.
Your strength was legendary, and I remember the reassurance it was to hold onto your hand.
Your eyes were always alight with enthusiasm and joy in embracing the world. You taught my eyes to see beauty, my mind to open itself to wonders, my heart to reach out to others, my conscience to know right from wrong.
I still feel enfolded in your arms and protected by your strength.
I had felt that this has been an extraordinary spring for flowers, but I wasn't sure, and then our flower I had planted last year blossomed and GREW and proved I was right! What a monster! I hope you can see the difference. The plant this year grew so tall I had to tie it to a post to keep it from tipping over. (Last year's picture shows that I had small white flowers around the base of the larger blue one, but they didn't come back this spring--must have been annuals.)
We've been having fun with projects this week. First Don cut some of the grass away from the side of the house, laid new straight edging and filled in with white rocks. It's going to be much easier to mow the lawn now. Today we bought a kids' gazebo with netting so I can sit on the back patio and not be so bothered with insects. I'm sorry the picture I took of Don working was blurred. I'm including it anyway because it shows his cute smile. Isn't it adorable! (The gazebo is cute, too.)
I'm extremely normal (whatever that means). I'm usually optimistic and hopeful. For me, emotion seems to precede thought. I have been blessed enough already for more than 60 lifetimes. Family is tops on my list of important things.