Monday, September 27, 2010. . .The drive home. Eight hours of gratitude for the family time, for the ability to travel the distance by car in a day. Eight hours of shedding comfort and sweetness. Little girl voices fade into echoes in my heart. Their hugs move from my sense of touch to an imprint in cellular memory. The adult children’s good conversations and encouragement settle in somewhere, still blessing yet carving an emptiness. Sigh. This is life.
And in this space of lack, roots are nourished. Story is their fruit.
DETAILS. . .Happy Birthday, Niece.
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