My kids surprise me, and I am stronger for it. Their ability to just be, and to take things as they come is something that I admire in them. I wish I had more of their carefree spirit at times. There is something to be learned by watching an 8 yr old kiss their Dad's "memory rock" run in a field and laugh with her brother. The two of them in awe at the little cessna planes flying over head, each of them yelling to the other to look up and read the numbers on the underbelly of the planes. How do they see beyond the sadness in this moment? How do they frolic at a cemetery?? I want to learn this from them, I want to look around me and see what they see. I tend to the garden as my coffee sits atop the wall and I wonder how I got here. I realize that this is not the same place I was last year, or the year before. I dig into the earth and listen to the kids some more and I drink my coffee, suddenly feeling unrushed as I notice the heat of the sun as it warms my back. It feels nice and comforting. The kids run off to the pond hollering about the fish and tadpoles they hope to discover. I don't think to stand up or "shoosh" them even though there are other people visiting their loved ones today. They sound like pure joy to me. I take my time weeding the garden and placing the new night lights the kids picked out for Father's Day. I stand back and admire the little garden we've created. I sip my coffee and watch the kids across the field. I smile to myself as I realize, everything around me seems so beautiful.
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