I am laying on my bed here in Hope, Maine with some sort of stomach virus. It’s snowing outside and my two healthy granddaughters are playing in the living room. Ruby is sick like me. I am laying here grateful in Maine my happy place. My parents’ house has been a refuge for so many years. A place to feel the warmth, love, and security of my parents— a place to recharge. I have been fortunate enough to be able to help my parents out by taking care of the yard as my father has been sick from time to time. I realize at this moment how much I need downtime and quiet. A time when there is no immediate plan or expectation. This is how me and my wife are different. My wife gets lost when there is no plan and I often get lost in the busyness when there is no time to reflect. So here I am thankful for this quiet time here in Hope, Maine— thankful for my many blessings on this my mother’s 80 th birthday.
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