honeydunce

Yawn and kick and stretch.

I have returned from my wee vacation away from the city life. I’d love to go into detail about my trip, but I didn’t get off the Greyhound until just before midnight last night, and I’m still quite fuzzy around the edges today. Plus, I need a day or two to take it all in, process some things. I had the best trip home that I’ve had in quite some time. What a nice change from the last visit—which involved way too many tears and moments of feeling sorry for myself.

Perhaps the entire thing can be summed up in a moment that repeated itself multiple times this weekend. My niece Maddie is walking, but she is still quite unsteady. Imagine the tiniest drunken sailor with a smile and hands up, stumbling forward with a determination and caution combination that is unlike anything else in this world to witness. I let her hold onto the fingers of my hand as she made her way to wherever she wanted to go. I felt privileged and humbled to be a part of her little journey. My heart wanted to explode for that little lady. I didn’t want to let her hand go.

I will do my best to give a full update on my trip back home soon. For now the moments require a bit of privacy in my own head to fully appreciate and process.

“Boneshaker” by Jan Beatty is blowing my mind right now, and I just started reading it today.