A little moment today.
A single moment.
I spent the afternoon and evening at the girls’ school.
A celebration of the end of the school year and of . . . an end.
The girls’ school is being shut down.
Maj is headed off to Junior High next year.
Kallan is headed …Liminal moment
I love the smell of clover.
It smells of honey and grass and sleepiness to me.
It smells of silent friendship.
Of the ache of motherhood.
I picked a few of the round white flowers this afternoon as I walked around the neighborhood . . . breathed deeply of their fragrance.
Stepped …Clovered scent
Several nights ago, Kallan announced she had to have a magical hat.
I hate homework.
There was an evening of panic and screaming before I finally managed to extract the details . . . Kallan needed to make a hat that was equipped with everything she would need to travel through an imaginary world. …The whole story
Today? Some time travel.
I was glancing through some old emails this morning, and I came across this one. It just so completely took me back to that moment.
All the way back to December, 2001. Kallan is about 6 months old, and Maj is a little more than 2 ½ years …Time Travel
I linger in bed this morning.
I love the scent of fresh-laundered sheets, but more? I love the scent of the one who was just here. I move over into Mark’s side of the bed to wrap myself up in the memory of him . . . breathe deeply.
I drift in …Changed air