I’ve seen a lot of wonderful things in the last few weeks.
Like storms that build, burst, and sweep past, leaving a land of neon-hued contrasts in their wake.
I’ve seen cool, foggy mornings, and warm, sunny afternoons. Days as damp and chilly as late autumn, nights that swelter like high summer…
I’ve watched the wood azaleas and peonies bloom and fade; the peas fatten and the beans sprout.
I have stood still and quiet as a humming-bird buzzed by on her way to the porch, where she gathered spider webs in her beak, then rushed off to weave them into her nest.
I’ve seen the season’s first fireflies.
I fed a Little Girl her first chocolate croissant.
I was there to witness the look of rapture on that same sweet face when she saw her first live band, and to hold her “fweter” while she danced and danced and danced…
There will always be things like laundry and dirty dishes. There will be arguments and setbacks. Plans will get derailed – or demolished. Promises will be broken. Humans will fail you.
But, to balance all the disappointments and distractions, there are these other moments, great and small, that lift.
Later today, on the other side of the country from me, there will be another – one that falls into the “great” column…
My younger brother will become a first-time father, when my amazing sister-in-law gives birth to a little girl.
Welcome to the world, Madison.
We love you already.