In the weeks and months between visits, I spend time teaching and working on my business efforts . . spending so much time in matters that I know for certain cannot compare to the sweet reality of sticky kisses and constant streams (or screams:) of chatter.
When I am with them in Peoria, we might have a tea party or play in the breezeway . . we might eat chili dogs and ice cream cones . . or throw bowling balls while they squeal with delight as I drop my backwards (as my older two beautiful grandchildren have taught them:) . All familiar places and familiar comforts. Small good things that I hold close until they return.
Today, I am longing to see them practice their acrobatics, hear them sing out wildly, gobble their spaghetti and salads . . and most of all to hold them in my arms . . listen to them read . . take them to the library. . .splash at the beach . . chase away the errant clouds. It is a love that I can only share through images . . but that runs deeper than any vein of gold . . it is through their love that I see possibility . . . and goodness in the world. Small good things.
Who reminds you of those small good things? Who props you up when you are sagging . . and reminds you of hope and possibility? I'd love to hear. I truly believe that the greatest gift we have in life is each other . . .I am here . . I am listening ...
