Sleep was hard sought last night, but I have awoken unto a glorious day! Although not by blood but by love, I am a new grandparent this morning! Love of My Life’s daughter had a baby girl. And then I detected the whisper of a sneeze of rain. Blessings abound!
It’s funny how words in the form of silly poetry would not stop running around my head at inconvenient hours, but now that the moment has arrived to write this piece, I am at a loss. Sometimes words need not be spoken. Just feel what is going on in and around you. So I watch the birds out the window.
We had a general idea of when the child was scheduled to be helped into the world so my “Mom” feelers were on high alert. My eyes popped open moments before the cell phone received a photo of a tired but happy mother and rather alert little bundle. Funny how you can “just know.”
“A child is God’s opinion that the world should go on,” wrote Carl Sandburg. But to that point, with love in his heart, my honey expressed some distress when he first got word that his middle daughter was expecting. “What are we leaving this child?” I could not argue.
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Time to watch the birds again out en masse, gorging at the refilled feeders. Yellow finches are studding the white thistle seed sock as well as posting on the tall white sage plant directly beneath it, its canoe-like leaves collecting all their debris. Who needs Christmas ornaments?
The other finches, wrens and hummingbirds dance equally as spiritedly over the other dispensers. The moisture has obviously driven my surrogate cats to the shelter of their home next door. My avian guests realize that.
A walk outside yields the smell of sweet, damp earth. It’s warm. Even the sound of the ocean is happier, with at least a tease of precipitation to swirl in and feed its waves. I have always loved how the weather conditions affect the sound of the tide, living here so close to the beach.
On a whim last night, I baked an apple pie. Mind you, it’s been years. For some reason an offhand suggestion by Ed stoked that nesting instinct; 3,000 miles away, and I am baking comfort food for Bethany. I wonder if she can eat one of these? I think I’ll go savor a bite. Not too bad!
“The world has gone mad, and we’re being deceived and led into further danger with the stroke of every corporate pen and every politician’s handshake. Junk journalism is following their beck and call, and they all disregard the true suffering of its population. I mean, what are we getting her into?” He loves her deeply already.
The clock radio comes on to news in the morning. “Honey, turn it off. All the insanity and all the sorrow will not go away any time soon. You can turn it back on later and get more than your fill. Today is a beautiful day because your beautiful daughter just brought a beautiful new spirit into the world and that gives me hope. Hope that she will be smarter, more attentive, more caring and more loving than all the generations before her. Whatever, just listen to the rain. This is what makes it all worthwhile.” He agreed and he did.