A day that started out like many others where I wake up earlier than the other people of this house. I go downstairs quietly and open all the blinds to let the morning light pour through the windows. I stand in front of one taking in the light and thinking about what will happen during the day before me. Who actually knows around here. The possibilities are endless.
I read for a bit in the sunlight waiting for the others to wake up, patiently waiting for the breakfast that will be made for me. Cinnamon roll waffles. It's hard to wait for that but I do. Finally the other sleepy heads start to wake and rustle around. They make their way down to the kitchen and start with all their busy work. The warm, cinnamony smell starts floating through the air. It makes it harder to wait patiently. We all sit at the table enjoying our waffles topped just the way we like them, each person different. Talks about what will be done for the day go from person to person. It sounds like it will be a relaxing day for everyone. Conversations continue as breakfast is finished and everyone sits at the table for a while longer.
After all the chit chat, things are tidied up, beds are made and people start in on what they want to accomplish for the day. One person creating with her new found love of sewing. Everyone receives bunnies made from her very own design. All proudly made. One person continues with her astronomy studies, excited about every new thing she did not know about before. Another starts digging through boxes of stuff searching for special objects that need to be out in the open again. And I found myself working a bit more on the quilt, enjoying how this one is turning out minute by minute. I was asked often if this one has to be given away because it has to be the absolute new favorite. I understand it all but the quilt will eventually find a new home away from here.
After lunch outside, we all found our way into the garage looking through old boxes with Dad who continues to look for things. It was a good search because it lead to all kinds of memories, conversations and purging of things that just did not need to be hung on to any longer. It is so funny how material things will stir up memories of days gone by of the kids. Special little shoes, favorite little hats, special outfits that had to be worn every day it seemed by little people. Special memories that will forever be in my heart and soul.
A phone call from my oldest was answered and went on for well over an hour. Just chatting about anything, as if he were sitting in front of me. Some of the conversation was filled with laughter, some of advice. All of it filled with love, missing him being right next to me like when he was little.
I finally went back to helping with the boxes when the phone call was finished. More special things were found and brought into the house. All the while wondering why these things were packed away to begin with. A move that never happened. All of us happy about that. Linens found in a big box having new lives within the house again. The girls went through them all deciding which special piece they like the best to have as their very own treasure. I find treasures that I haven't seen in years, given to me by relatives. They all have a special meaning in my heart. I make a pact with myself to use these items more often, to remind me of those who are not near and no longer with us.
Finally dinner is made by all and laughter was the main course it seems. It started with the girls playing 1-2-3 Little Red Schoolhouse for whatever reason. They made ridiculous faces trying to make the other make sounds. It all ended with everyone laughing so hard that we all nearly spitting food and drink out everywhere. Lovely sight. Not the best of manners but the best of dinners by far. There are many around here like that. We were all laughing so hard that we had tears rolling down our faces by the end of dinner.
The rest of the evening was spent listening to anything that the girls wanted to talk about. Favorite foods, goals for the next week, projects to be worked on, what they really want out of life, etc. The topics go from one extreme to another. Some funny, some serious. Beautiful conversations with beautiful girls, all snuggled up on the couch with them. Finally the day ended with both girls laying in bed with me watching the daylight fade through the window, until it was time for them to make their way to their beds for the night. Precious wonderful moments I treasure more than anything in the world.
It was a perfect day in my book. A day like many others around here. But always made special by having those precious people near me. The precious people that make me a Mom.
A special thanks to my wonderful husband for making this role in life possible. Without you look at what I would miss out on every day. None of this would be possible without you. I love you.
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Kar
