We ran out of water, again!
Thought I'd use it as an excuse to see
and check on my kid. (My 'kid' is a
45 year old accomplished artist . . .
but, he's still my kid, right?!)
Gave us a much needed drive up in the
mountains, so enjoyed it! As prearranged,
we honked upon arrival and put the empty
gallons on the stoop. My son came out,
waved and started taking them in . . .
I promptly burst into tears; hadn't seen
that coming!
As he put the now filled water bottles
out for us to grab, I asked him if we could
share a long-distance chat. Ever the host,
gracious as usual, he brought out table
and chairs, placed them about 8, 9 feet
apart. He brought out a bottle of a very
special beer and served up the glasses.
The special beer, indeed fabulous, made
no comparison to sitting with my kids
and enjoying the hell out of them. The
bounty of thoughts going through my
brain, the myriad of feelings flowing
through my soul . . . will never, ever be
matched.
I find myself grateful!
forget the bounty
tis the little things in life
creating worthwhile
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