I woke up Sunday bone tired from spending most of the week in Fayetteville Arkansas at the Veteran's Hospital with my Father & Mother. Dad had surgery about three weeks ago and had a little set back so my Sister and I took turns doing what children do when they are needed. I drove into the driveway about ten o'clock Saturday night and fell into bed around one o'clock Sunday morning. Dorothy and Toto were right “There is no place like home” and when you've not slept in your own bed for awhile nothing feels better. Sunday was Mother's Day as well as my birthday and Miss Teena had put on a roast and told the kids to be here to celebrate the day with us at five o'clock in the afternoon. So when I finally woke we just kind of goofed off till about noon and then we goofed some more in the afternoon. I wasn't much in the mood for too much activity and it turned into a nice quiet day of just settling into “catching up with myself” mode. It was a beautiful day and I took a few walks in my yard admiring my peonies in full bloom as well as all the other flowers. I love the smell of the big robust blooms of peonies in all their colors. My grandmother had them in her yard and I loved it when she would let me pick a big bouquet to set on the kitchen table for Sunday lunch. So as I enjoyed them, my memories of Sundays at Grandmothers flooded my mind and I got a little case of “remember when”. Grandmother was a true Grandmother, a great cook, a hug that would swallow you, flowers that she had collected and planted happ-hazzardly all over the yard. She had chickens in the barnyard and plenty of cats to share the cow's milk with, along with a huge garden to tend. She always seemed to know when we were coming because the minute you walked on the porch the smell of fresh baked warm bread would grab a hold of you and yank you inside. I also miss the stiffness of her freshly washed linens that came from the lye soap she made her self. All of this, just from smelling peonies, it is amazing how something so small can conjure so much.
I had settled in the old recliner by five o'clock when the kids started to get here and woke to the sound of the old screen door slamming behind them. I heard them all comment to Miss Teena that the roast and freshly baked cake smelled wonderful. We sat around the table in our usual chairs and held hands for prayer, Miss Teena filled each plate with roast, potatoes and carrots, green beans and bread. We each took our turn filling the air with the stories of our week as the design in the bottom of our plates started to show itself. My birthday cake was placed in the center of the table as they all sang “Happy Birthday” and again Miss Teena sliced and served it up with whip cream and freshly picked strawberries from our patch. After the presents were opened and the “Thank You's” were passed around, Tiercy and Gary blessed us with the news that once again we were to be Grandparents. Tears came to my eyes and my face became warm as my heartbeat went into second gear. The conversation of excitement continued around the table but I couldn't hear a word they spoke, it almost seemed as if I wasn't there in body. Joy filled my spirit as I wiped the tears from my face and pictured my little girl becoming a Mommy. My heartbeat slowed to normal as I realized the absolute wonder of parenthood was about to bless this young couple.
We walked the kids to their cars and said our good-bye's as they left for home.
Miss Teena ask, “Where are you going?” as I walked into the yard.
“Out to smell the peonies!” I proclaimed with a smile.
Sharing the Journey