Over the weekend, I saw a friend since the middle school days who recently had a baby, her second.
The first time I met the baby, Julia, she was weeks old. We were inside, her eyes were closed in sleep, and she was nestled close to her mother. A month later we were outside at a park, and baby was more alert to the physical world around her. As we slowly strolled, a gentle breeze rustled the trees, and Julia turned her head, eyes rapt and searching. “She recently discovered wind,” my friend said to me. Last week, they’d spent time together lying on a blanket in the grass, just feeling the wind on their skin.
“Isn’t that amazing?” she asked, and we held still for a moment. “When’s the last time we felt the wind?”
Then my friend told me she’d read my post “Chop wood, carry water.” And I was reminded of how really sweet all these relationships we have really are. With each other, with ourselves, with time and our minds and our hobbies. With the wind, and all the things we can and cannot understand, and of which we stand in awe.
For Tiffany & Julia