Thursday, October 16, 2014

the stuff dreams are made of


Last Saturday my daughters came home.  They filled the house and their younger siblings with happy energy. Hadley lives about 45 minutes away and came over and cooked the most wonderful meal for us.  Maggie rode the train in from Boston and we made her a birthday cake.  It was very autumny out, we walked the Main Street of our town and admired the colorful leaves.

I loved this day.  It is the kind of day I dream of when I wake.

Sometimes I feel so flooded with gratitude about being a mother.  Actually I always feel this way.  This is what life is about whether you are a child or a mother.  Always taking care, always spreading a smile, always loving.