I'd like to say that when I woke up on Friday morning, I opened my eyes, stretched my arms over my head and wriggled in anticipation for today was the day that The Husband would come home from work and drive my daughter to school so that I could make the 9am yoga class that I've missed the past three months. I'd like to say that I rose before everyone else, except for The Husband who had already left for work, made coffee and sat in the easy chair in the dining room, my eyes lighting on the perennials in bloom in the yard, the hummingbirds buried deep in the penstemon, the friendly neighbor with the new dog just visible walking down the street, the silence of a sleepy house. I'd like to say that when I went into my sons' room and shook their small shoulders, gently, they rolled over and smiled up at me and said Good morning, Mom.
To continue reading, go on over to my twice-monthly gig, LA Moms Blog!
I'd like to say I wish you'd won the lottery too.
ReplyDeleteI am heading over because I'm just dying to know what happens!
ReplyDeleteYou had a year, almost a life, in that one morning. And isn't that the way it is? We have all the life we'll ever get each morning.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
Really beautiful. I linked on facebook. Thanks for your writing.
ReplyDeleteYou are an amazingly talented writer! I love your writing style.
ReplyDeleteGreat blog!
Your writing always makes me cry and laugh and cry, and want to give you a real hug. Happy anniversary! Baci.
ReplyDeleteWhat an awesome and amazing post, Elizabeth. Wow. I am with you at every word. Obviously from all the comments at the other site, your words touch many.
ReplyDeleteAnd every morning is a new morning. yes. You will get to yoga. Eventually ;-)
xoxoxo