 My four kids, my kids-in-law (one kid-in-love), my grandbaby, even 3 out of my four granddogs - as soon as Jonathan gets down here after work today, my hugging arms will have all they need. Plus they’ll have a bunch of bonus family and friends to hold. I must say, though, Fiona, the weight of your tiny bundle of warm life fills them like nothing else right now. It’s another glorious morning of angled sunlight, casting vivid, elongated shadows. Tree branches twist up the stone wall of a neighborhood church and reach across the roof. Soft morning light highlights passing car windows and the warm woods of clapboard dormers. How many others are in all those New Englandy homes around me, embracing people they love, newly arrived, newly returned, come from so many kinds of away? My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 92: 135 words, TOTAL = 15,446; 44,554 remaining |
AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families. Archives
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