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August 15, 2015


Behind my mom’s house, the goldenrod blooms – signaling that it is late summer.  And my daughter began school this week, which means my highly anticipated summer is officially over.

In many regards, this summer has been a bust.  There were plans to milk this last summer we will all be under the same roof for all it was worth.  There were not plans for three of us to get viral bronchitis and for each of our household to scatter to our own little corner of the house, trying to cough in peace, or escape the hacking contagious ones.  


The virus afforded  lots of time to lie around.  I had lots of time to think.   And there was lots of time for an insidious thought – the best has been. 

The best has been. 

That is the kind of thought that puts a faraway look in your eyes.


And then my son loads up his things for his first apartment.  He bends his six-foot-frame so I can kiss the top of his head, which is standard operating procedure for us.  And then, he looks me in the eyes and love busts out and he throws his arms around me, which is not standard operating procedure for us. 

Sometimes Plan A is overrated.  If only I had known. 

Those thirty seconds redeemed the  summer, and then some.   


May moments of redemption find you,


2 Comments leave one →
  1. Elaine permalink
    October 5, 2015 3:17 am

    June, I love this. Love the room, and the incredible wall-hangings by you and Amelia. So much talent. Y’all are amazing!

  2. Elaine permalink
    October 5, 2015 3:23 am

    This is precious story of hugs and “see you later”. Reminded me of when David looked at me as we finished moving him into his dorm, gave me a tight hug and sweetly said, “You’re getting ready to cry aren’t you Mom? It’s time for you to go home. Now.” Sigh….


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