It’s NYE. My mom wanted to plant a Magnolia tree in her front yard. Something to grow into a comforting space. She imagines a bench under it with a children’s reading library stand to borrow books from on the curb. Bennett helped her break ground. There is wonder in picturing something new, something good to come.
Goodnight 2020. You’ve taught us much. You’ve showed me wonder under dire circumstances. You’ve reminded me the power of thought and perspective. And how, like the body, the mind needs exercise too. Thank you for the hundreds of wonders you’ve shared with me. Blessings and abundant wonders in 2021.
It may seem like another lonely holiday. One the pandemic has taken from us. But today the three of us, our little unit, found comfort in our small unit. We cooked all day, watched the parade, went on a family walk, watched a holiday movie. It was cozy. It was slow. It was good. I think there is wonder in that, finding the light. So much to be grateful for. So very much.
My grandpa Buddy sent us a package of ornaments, some over forty years old. Bennett loves looking through each box, over and over, finding wonder in the beauty of different ornaments, all with characteristics of their own.
My maternal grandmother, pictured below, died when I was weeks old. I met her once in one of her final days in the hospital. An infant on her belly, cuddling. I look at this photo and wonder overcomes me — this woman is part of me and I always wish I knew her more. The photo below is of my mom, a toddler, and how I wish I knew her as a toddler, how fun would that be?
She sent me these photos, and I found them enchanting. They made me feel she was being hugged, loved, even though I could not be there with her, on her special day. She sees birthdays like New Years. A celebration of new beginnings. I bless her with so much good.