I drove home a few minutes ago through a drizzling, cold rain, Chauncey snuggled down in the back seat, windshield wipers working away, windows still filled with lamplight in most of the houses and I was filled with a warmth that had nothing to do with the few sips of wine I tasted to toast in the New Year.
I'm almost sure that if you saw me I might have been glowing from the inside out.
This evening I welcomed the new year with my daughter and her family, kissing my beautiful granddaughter's lovely hair just as the clock struck twelve. This afternoon, I heard from my bestest friend in words that gave me a genuine smile that lasted for hours. Coming home I checked my mailbox to discover a letter from my other granddaughter's parents along with pictures of me and her together when they were here.
In the last week I have talked to, or been with old friends, my grandson and son, my sister, brother and others who brighten my world and remind me how sweet my life is.
During the last ten years I have been a continuing doubting Thomas, always thinking things couldn't get any better, but they do. How could I possibly have understood that so many trials and tribulations could bring forth so much joy?
I am learning where my strengths lie, where to turn when I need a hand over the part that's a little too steep, when to lie back and wait when the going is too rough, when to dig in my heels and surge forward no matter what. I am becoming me, a real person and I have to chuckle because the truth is not far from that old velveteen rabbit's story, love really does seem to make me real anyway.
And love is pouring into my life like the rain that fell from the sky tonight.
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