saturday, march 6: i am resting, my eyes closed, on a comfortable couch in a small living room while a cacophony of sounds from 16 children under the age of 9 (and one rather loud grandpa) surrounds me. my little sister, who is now a mother of four, rests her head on my shoulder, and i lean back against her. it reminds me of being a kid again, when we lived together--when we breathed the same air and walked the same routes and ate the same meals. i miss how close we were then, or at least, i miss the good times. i hold on to this moment and savor it, this thin slice of love and remembrance and sisterhood.
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a(n almost) daily joy journal
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