Friday morning I awoke to Paul holding a tray with a cup of coffee, a piece of toast, a bowl of cereal and a card. Lydia and Eden stood beside the bed smiling. As I sat up to take the tray Christopher staggered in and collapsed beside me. Despite the feeling of being crushed by the largest rock in the deepest part of the ocean I managed to murmur thanks and inarticulate sounds of joy and gratitude. I opened the card. Paul had written:
We really appreciate you and are behind you all the way. We hope this weekend’s festival is a success!
Love,
Your Family
Everyone had signed it, even Eden with a little chicken scratch.
I wept, then thanked and hugged them all.
After a bit I ate my breakfast, pausing throughout to reach and touch each of them again, gently, thankfully, with love and joy.
This little scene is beautiful, but what the heck are you talking about? Festival?
As soon as blogger sends my post through the galactic alliance you’ll know.