What a full weekend. Well, for me, it was. Considering I have had absolutely nothing happening in my life, social engagement wise, the past few. And today? Was spectacular. The sun was shining, the sky was this beautiful shade of blue, puffy clouds, and crisp cool air. All day, I was kicking myself for not bringing my camera. Harumf.
This morning started early for me. I had one of those dreams (I don't dream much, if at all) that woke me at 3:30am. It always shakes me up a bit when I wake crying. This one, was of my daughter and some boy I do not know. They had been taken while out for a walk. Abducted, like those you hear about on the news and think it wouldn't happen to you. Unfathomable loss, I could feel in my dream. The wrenching of hands, of time standing still and of disbelief. All that went through my mind was of any harm that may have come to her and I was not there to save her. A horrible picture of her face calling out to me. The odd thing, was that the mother of the boy said this sort of thing happens all the time, especially at dusk. Dusk? She couldn't understand my grief and my questioning of why and who. Weird. The desperation in my dream is something I hope I never experience. When I woke, I went into my daughters room to see her sleeping. My first thought, was to scoop her up and take her to my bed so she would be next to me. I didn't. I watched her for a moment, straightened her blankets, kissed her cheek and let the anxiety of the dream melt off.
Real morning came and...
We started at Church. My sisters Church, for the dedication of my Nephew Noah. Such a cutie he is. He is one of those analytical children. Always a serious face, deep eyes that look like they know so much. I swear you could hear his mind ticking away. The Pastor announced his name, looked his way and he shot the cutest smile up at him. I wish I had a picture of that. (kicking again) Our family has the sweetest children. Dang me.
Pastor Dave spoke about children. About how we, as parents, instill their beliefs and how those beliefs will be carried with them through their lives regardless of what choices they make, what obstacles they face because of those choices. The truth is there however buried or denied it might be. I certainly hope so.
This would the part where I start to talk about breakfast with my folks and my brother in laws birthday party. How they made a joke about the 34 candles on his cake and said well just be glad it isn't 37 or something like that. (I, am going to be 37 this year. ThankyouveryMuch! Hmmpf.) Anyway, breakfast was fun and my sister makes the best dang Hershey Cake ever. Again, I wish I had my camera. (and a magic fairy wand to remove all the caloric intake of this day)
But, I am not going to write about all of that cause the early rising is starting to get to me. I started this post quite a while ago and keep finding myself staring at the screen, motionless and in a whirlwind of thought that doesn't have words. My queue, that it is time for bed. Sweet ones to you...
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