|To infinity and beyond....|
The last week of visiting and traveling with three young ladies to the beaches and mountains and fields aplenty of Maine. That's three young ladies with Facebook pages mind you...meaning- little time for me to post to the blog.There was bed swapping and cooking, cuddling, adventures!!! Oh the week went too fast, the time spent- something of an eternal quality in all of it. These girls, little girls I call them, have always called them...but oh how fast they have grown and evolved into "Amelia" of Earhart fame, "Bess" my own sweet, now redheaded child and "HK" the truly luminous imp who came to know me and I her through her mama, but now completely- I see her as her own, what a joy- this trio. "HK" had never been to the ocean. "Bess" became smitten with a pen-pal, holding hands and being beautiful in a way I had never seen before... and- "Amelia" the bold, brazen yet calmest of the three appeared also serene. Each brought here their stories yet I suspect- each left here with an inkling of a life changing adventure into the heart of Maine while hand in hand into the heart core of young adults. Wide eyed adventurers with texting ability, yikes! I was so sure, so very mama-adult-assured-you'll-miss-so-much-while-keeping-tabs-on-the-memoryless-cell phones. When I'm wrong, I back down. When I'm right, I stand firmly on sure footed ground...these gals moved me, not so much back but very certainly over a bit. While texting, talking, giggling, arguing,smiling- they truly saw it all and I, well- I looked too at what they saw. And yes, I believed it all possible too, the anything goes of youth. My little girls have wowed me, left me with more and less of concern for their paths. They may not know completely where they're going (they took on 12 states to get here...my oh my, now that's another story altogether!) but I think they'll get there in the grandest style of their own choosing, my little girls so completely their own.
I miss that door creaking open and shut so much...they- often out on the deck, talking in their circles while under the great circle of sky and stars and wonder...did they take it all in, I wonder... Did they believe so much in all they encountered or am I hopelessly, romantically dreaming they did and am affected thus so- hmmmmm, hard to say.
I miss that bathroom brigade, make up artist and blow drying nonsense since the ocean's winds would discourage all that...
I miss the lumpy bumps on the Futon and in the Queen sized bed while the Big Fish and I hunkered down wherever a bed was free...sometimes caving in the old decrepit mattresses in the guest rooms, his old bones and mine- while the youthful ladies spent dreamlike hours upon the comfiest beds.
I miss gathering from the gardens all the fresh herbs and vittles fit for little Queens and paupers such as us too.
I miss most, now hear this- mostly I miss the laughter, the lightness of it all that floated here and there and all around for one week.
|Rainbow end to end|