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 April 28, 2008Just a thoughtAs I type this, I'm drinking a big cup of hot green tea in bed. I snuggled up under the flowery bed cover. I'm nursing Roo. I can hear my husband reading a bedtime story to Monkey and the birds singing in the garden. If I look to my right through our French doors, I see our new baby apple tree proudly showing of beautiful white flowers on the few twigs it has. Next to the apple tree a young nectarine tree waits patiently to be planted later this week. I am tired. The good kind of tired. Tired of another busy but wonderful weekend spend with family, spend buying and planting fruit trees in our garden, spend enjoying the sun, the husband, the toddler and the baby. I've done a million things these last few days, thought a million thoughts and smiled a million smiles (and yawned a million yawns.) But all that bliss, all those wonderful feelings fade away when I think of my first time swimming and playing with Monkey today. He gave me trust and we had fun. He got over a few fears and we had even more fun. I remember my dad and I swimming on a vacation, a long, long time ago. I was older than Monkey is now, but I vividly remember how we had fun in the water just like I did with Monkey today. How I clinged to his spotty white shoulders. How I trusted him. It is one of my first memories of life and I hold on to them dearly. Monkey is probably too young to remember today. But I hope today will be a lifelong memory for me. My husband has moved on from reading stories to Monkey to giving the little apple tree and the new plants water. I think about how it's water that provided fun today and it's water that gives life to spring and just about anything on earth. Life is bliss. I love spring. Posted at 8:30 PM
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What a lovely post! Amen to your last line!
How beautiful. Thank you for sharing this!
OK...this WAS a beautiful post, but I want to know how you are able to drink tea, nurse Roo AND type a blog post at the same time?
Those are serious skillz my friend! :)
Heidi
He might not actively remember, but it will be imprinted on his psyche and help make him the man he will become.
That was a lovely post. Spring has come to our house too. You never know what those little brains will remember. I'm sure that swimming will always be a good memory for Monkey, even if he doesn't remember this one time.
Beautiful post.
Yes, the good tired of work, of getting done. Some of my earliest memories, too, are of working dough in the kitchen with my mother and working outside, on some part of the earth, with my father. It's nice now to be able to see that those times meant as much to my parents as they did to me.
And I'm glad to know that the feeling is universal.
What a peaceful post! So lovely to read!
You write so beautifully - even if they don't remember, they'll have these to read, and it will be even better than the memories!