Last night we were at my daughter Chelsea's engagement party. It's even rarer that she and I spent time together as she's busy building her own life. "Life's a gift," I'm fond of saying and I'm proud to have been part giver in hers.
Kristen brought Sterling and I'm always mindful when I'm with all of my kids at the same time because it happens less and less.
To make it better, my Mom was there and Jodee and Cheryl and Chelsea's friend Busby whom I love.
Topping it off were oysters, cooked the old fashion way over a fire pit and under a wet croaker sack. Steam was rising while stars winked and laughter bubbled around.
I hide these things in my heart this morning as Sarah still sleeps. Her parents are downstairs visiting from New York and the girls are with them. I'm trying to be quiet out of respect but still am listening to The Pirate out of Key West where my friend Joey Finch lives. It is my Sunday morning tradition and I am warmed on winter days.
I don't know what today holds.
It's a gift that I plan on enjoying.
Goddess wanders in and lays under my bare feet dangling from the table. She sighs loudly which makes me laugh.
"Let it out and let it in," I think, quoting The Beatles.
That's why God made Sundays. Let everything in the past go. Let everything in the now in.
"Amen," I say out loud as I hear little girls whispers down stars.
