Here I sit with my morning coffee,,,,
the sun is up, casting shadows across the dew laden grass ,and warmth on my face.
The pungent scent of the herbs add an earthy, aromatic sense,
and I want to breathe in, long.
I contemplate my day. my ambitions and plans, the noble and normal.
I like to dream a little, and ponder.
Every summer seems quicker than it's predecessor.
When we were picking apples the other day, my youngest climbed up into the tree ,
where of course the best apples were. I looked over and all I saw was her feet standing on the branch. I think about how appropriate it is, for each season they seem to be on a higher branch, and I wonder if they're ready, and I hope they don't fall.
It's easier, and a whole lot harder than I ever thought it would be, to let my children grow up. Giving them wings is a process. One that is earned out of necessity and trust.
My second girl is trying hers out in the big city. I'm glad she is experiencing and learning.
I can't do that for her.
I enjoy this stage of being a parent. There is a freedom in knowing though I fumbled much, I still did my best. and that they will experience the greatest of tutors; life.
They aren't beside me every moment anymore, I am glad that I didn't hurry through the long days, but rather lived them as a precious allotment ,and not something to be taken for granted.
Well my morning coffee is gone, and as I rise from my post my heart hears a tune,
"Come thou fount of every blessing. Tune my heart to sing Thy praise."
I wrote the above and took the photos a few days ago, and shortly thereafter I read this...
It blessed me,so I wanted to share.