Ever had little pauses through the day that make you feel thankful for some of the things you have experienced or noticed in it? The thoughts that are often so fleeting, they're gone before you fully acknowledge them?
Wonderment came calling when I saw Mount Baker in its majestistic snow covered splendor against an endless blue sky.
Sympathy rose in my heart as I watched a desperate crow chase a much larger eagle, trying to protect her little ones. I don't particularly like crows but I do have to admire their bravery and intelligence.
Luxury was having an early night, a good sleep, and waking up at 2 am to watch some exciting French Open tennis, on a comfy recliner with a cosy blanket around me.
Privilege realized was when my adult grandson tottered downstairs a few minutes later, suffering a “low” with his type 1 diabetes, and we were able to sit and chat while he resuscitated himself with orange juice and crackers. I admire that young man so much. His diagnosis came when he was six years old, and we've been his cheerleaders ever since. He gave me a big hug before he went back to bed.
Amazement and a lump in my throat occurred when my beautiful adult granddaughter walked across the stage as a fully graduated nurse. This was public recognition of her focused studies for the past four years. It seemed hardly possible after my vivid memories of her as a babe who'd fitted perfectly into my two hands held together.
Cherished - memories of meals and laughter shared, cards opened, my loving daughter’s conversations.
Lots of events, togetherness, and affirmation of the importance of family made the time together a jumble of emotions and observations.
Contentment loomed large as the forty-minute return ferry brought us safely back to the winding two-lane highway that leads to Sechelt. There really is no place like home.