The sun comes up and the squirrels fight, earth and its creatures carrying on as usual. The boys bicker too, apparently vying for the coveted title of loudest kid in Columbus.
I fill bowls with applesauce and warm meat for buns, wipe counters and load dishes, wishing Andy weren't at work, wishing I could hug my mom.
Wishing I could hug my daughter.
The boys line the couch, bent like sherpherds crooks, small electronic devices in hand, rectangles of neglect. I don't feel guilt about it, but I don't feel good about it either.
Another deep cup of coffee, another deep breath. Gratitude for what we do have, and prayers for enough to go around.
We play cards. The boys play the piano and play outside, imagining fairies and fashioning hatchets, forging ahead mostly unaffected.
We rush in when it begins to rain, scrub dirt from fingers and toes, start a movie and share ice cream.
Waiting in the long, lonely work of right now, we pirouette to find new ways and trust that life will reconstitute on the other side.
1 comment:
Jenni Baby,
The picture of Tucker could win awards!
L2A
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