Jolyne and Evan did an amazing job with the meal, the egg hunt and the celebration of our son-in-law, Cliff’s (he and Kimberly live in Grand Junction) birthday!
Then sadly the time came
Then it was just us again. Back to the everyday of Terry’s and my lives.
The sound our our life is not blank or a void. It is made up of tiny noises: the tractor in field (Terry is leveling now), the clothes washer cleaning all the bedding, the tiny sounds of far away cars and trucks, as I hang-out my laundry on the clothes line, the cats meowing at my feet begging for food, a cold wind flapping the towels on the line, Boomer’s feet padding into the kitchen then out the back door, bacon sizzling on the stove. Everyday sounds the bring me peace and contentment.
“Thank you,” I mentally pray to God. “Thank-you for everything and so much.”
From my heart to your world,