74 degrees. Sunny. I'm sitting outside Rush Hospital Professional Building waiting for mom's urology appt to be over. The smell of this day alone is enough to fill me with God. Mom is getting her dialysis port redone. It's taking longer than expected, and I am taking advantage of the time the wait is giving me to be outside in this day.
I talked to Zack yesterday. He sounds great. He talked so nice about Bob and how Bob has been great to talk to lately. I also took the twins to Aurelios with Dana and Sarah. That was something special. Kody said he's been feeling "really peaceful and Zen lately."
I just caught a whiff of Polish hot dog with onion. Oh, lord, that smells delicious. I am in love with this moment. The world and its people around me are aligning, as usual, with the sassy French music on my iPod. It is downright adorable. It kinda looks like this: walk, walk, walk, -- sit and put some makeup on in a pretty ruffly white blouse, -- chitter, chatter, giggle, -- walk, walk, walk -- look up at the birds flying by -- take a bite of fruit-in-a-cup -- breeze blows bangs to the side and straightens them out again -- walk, walk, walk -- smile -- hard hat guy less stressed on this God Day -- shade your eyes and look at something -- hair bouncing and flowing -- walk, walk, walk in twos and threes and onsies, tinies and talls -- doctor smocks and pretty lips and my shoe sticking out, wiggling to each new beat in my lucky ears. Fill me with your grace. You fill me, and I will try to be aware of everything you show me.
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