Today’s a crazy day. I can’t wait until the USA becomes “Pantsuit Nation” and the horrible looming orange awfulness just goes away (which means, yes! It’s election day!)
I thought I’d break it up a little over here with a happy photo essay of the kids playing with my Mom.
This was at Ikea.
I bribed the kids to sit and smile for me, promising them an ice cream if they belted their pearly whites. They sort of did, and then they sort of got an ice cream cone, and as we sat there with the ice cream cones, a wave of memory hit me.
I remembered sitting there, pregnant at various points with each one of the kids, waiting for Dana to come and help me with something. Picking up stuff with his truck or coming by to say hi since he was in the area, or helping to load our truck. Many a time I also sent him the bin and aisle number of an item and he’d swing by and pick it up for me.
So I was remembering that and was crying – “crying” is kind of a light way to say what it actually was, doubled over into my knees and bawling – and when I had released some of my sorrow by way of my tears, I sat up and leaned against my Mom.
I suppose that is the way our road will be – non linear, moving from a joyful moment to one of crushing agony of feeling our loss. Leaning on each other and finding strength there, as well as in our hearts.
I want to say something to tie up that moment and memory with today’s election, but I’m finding it hard to, so I’ll let it go.
But please: spread some love out there today and remember to breathe.