Two days until five years and I know they count too.
My girl who loves music up before dawn and off to school. I hand her breakfast & coffee for the road – thrilled for this role I play. She’s worked so hard. . . waited so long to be back to this life of normal.
The fisherman and I slide backward it seems but not really . . . only in our minds.
We plug away at each new day, block out noise and know the ships not sinking as fast as before. A sigh of relief.
We lean into this side of transplant, self employment, joke about keeping eyes forward . . .welcome little arms reaching
text our sons and their beauties, check on homework, medications, blood pressure and such . . . plan for tomorrow, say our prayers, go to bed, reach for each other. . . and do our best to know
“the light shines in the darkness and the darkness shall not overcome it. John 1:5
2 days until five years – and God is better to us than we deserve.
early morning eggs crackling
I watch her walk out the the door – breakfast in hand
cool summer days to put that transmission in.
he can do anything
a beat up old truck he says he’d take to California
conversations in a barn
photographs showing his life
great school days with her