It's a soft morning...muted sunshine, a sky swirling in faded blues, pinks and grays, a whispering breeze that's not too warm, not too cold. My walk was quiet - just light birdsong, puppies panting and our mingled footsteps padding along the wet sand of our road. (Frankie has opted out of our morning walks lately - he skitters up to the road with us, but then just parades around the parked cars, guarding the house until we return.)
The softness and quiet are deceiving - this day is going to bust loose like a bronco out of the gate in just a few minutes. First, there's work. I'll be out for a few days and there is a lot that needs to be done. But I leave early to head downtown to Michael's house - a respite from the busy day - then on to "Mom" duties with Kendall and Daniel.
Home again this evening, I'll turn my focus to packing for a weekend that shines like a beacon the rest of the year - my annual girls' trip to the coast.
So...I have to take this minute to wish one of my dearest friends a happy birthday, because I know the day will get away from me and my mind will soon be running in a million different directions. Happy birthday, Patti! I'm so grateful for the circle our friendship has taken, for paths that led us back to one another. I'm grateful for our memories and look forward to making many more. I hope you have a wonderful day!
