(One more Parker birthday photo.)
John stayed healthy, no sign of my germs, for which we thank the heavens. And so it’s safe for him to pack to go give his grandparents a two-day hug before heading back to school. (Staying at his aunt’s just to be sure.)
Tonight I got a chance to talk a bit with him and one of his friends whom I hadn’t seen since probably their high school graduation five years ago, and it intrigued me how important it felt: there is nothing in the world like a little face time to make someone feel like, no matter how few the moments of time scattered over however long, we are forever important to one another and that’s just simply the way it is. A good lesson for a young man. Heck, me, too.
Michelle’s already back to class.
It’s going to be too quiet. I’ll get busy with planting some new jumbo (they’ll be huge!) amaryllis bulbs, Richard’s Christmas gift, and when I inquired of (company deleted later) what they wanted me to do with the wrong ones they sent me they told me to consider them a gift: the ones that were supposed to be in that box are now going into a new one on its way.
They grow and they blossom and they never stay quite the same.
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“They grow and they blossom and they never stay quite the same.”
Kids and flowers both.
Comment by Sherry in Idaho 01.05.12 @ 12:51 pmI look forward to the photos! In our new place, one of the criteria is that we have a window where I can grow such things :-}
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