Summit is visiting his only Great-Grandparents. They met him when he was 2 months old, but then the year of testing and surgeries ensued. This is a new year, a fresh start and he is enjoying his time here. The air is warm, the breeze cool. The dryness not a factor except in the continuous re-filling of sippy cups. It has been good, a surprising oasis. Part of me doesn’t want to come back, to the real world and all. I will hit the ground running. Nothing is good sometimes, a nice reflection time to see everything a little more clearly. I am always too busy! Texas make me feel like I’m at home, even though I’m not. The hot, flat plain of Dallas makes my heart hurt a little bit in a happy remembrance of part of my childhood. The Austin hills are cool and comforting and I think of ginger snaps and peppermints in a blue kitchen with the only Great-Grandmother I ever knew. She wore silk gowns to bed like a princess and slept in a big, brass bed.
I’m glad that Summit is getting to spend time with my Grandparents and my mom’s sister who had the epiphany the other day why kids are good. She never had kids, never liked them, but carried Summit around the grand hotel like a pro. Until he shifted in her arms. The manager looked with big eyes, “I’ve never seen you carry a baby before!” “Well, he’s blood, he’s kin.” she responded as if surprised at herself. “He’s like Lucee (her dog), everyone love her! I get it now.”
The bluebonnets are blooming, the smell in the air is fresh and floral. I am peaceful.