Jun 3, 2012
The One Where I'm In Awe
I see the car containing my family roll up to our front door (rather, right up to my feet as we ran into the street to meet it)!
My arms fall into place around my mama's shoulders. And it's surreal.
Not wanting to waste a second with door handles, I pull Rocky through the window. His body settles upon me like a bag of flour; heavy but gentle. Mr. A snaps a few pictures then joins in to finish out the circle. And we can feel the love. Macy Man meows something along the lines of "What about me?" from his cat carrier.
I make a note that this is a memory my heart will revisit many times over. Her first visit. To the first home that Mr. A & I have created for ourselves. The first she's seen me live anywhere but down the hall or up the stairs from her. She remarks straightaway on its comforting warmth.
Eight months of 'I love you, I'll talk to you in the morning's later & now... a night finished with an "I love you, I'll see you in the morning."
From here, I can see..
my mama's feet hanging over the love seat arm as she takes a much deserved day-day [nap]. We have the same feet. My penchant for nail polish all started with those prettily polished toes of hers),
Macy's tail swishing across the keyboard with my right elbow propped up on his hip (hey, he can lay wherever he wishes if it means I can listen to those contented purrs),
Rocky nuzzled in his self-made (no joke) couch cushion fort after happily bringing back all those toys we tossed around,
my mama's wooby [flannel] with sleeves made soft by days spent in the kitchen, the garden & the garage (its edges softened by hugs & warm fuzzy feelings),
the freshly organized & bountiful kitchen filled with whose-its & whats-its galore that my mom packed (from either her home or local garage sales. Ah, thank heavens thriftiness is genetic!) into every nook & cranny of the car to give to us,
the message Mr. A wrote to my mom using alphabet magnets on the freezer door,
the glass filled with reviving tap water that my mom brought from her kitchen in Maine (one sip & I'm right there at her gleaming porcelain sink filling a glass looking out at the backyard)
I can see all that from here, the best seat in the house.
One more thing...have a great day on purpose!