Today I spied a sweet thing. From my seat by the window I could see my husband and Maggie, our youngest of four daughters, taking a walk through the woods on a path that meandered back and forth on the side of a hill. Sometimes they were in step with each other and sometimes one would stop to show the other a thing that caught their interest.
a meeting of the eyes,
understanding and kinship.
And then they disappeared down the hill, all the time in the world, today.
But we know that sooner than we like she will fly from the nest, just like the others have...
And I wanted to write it down
to remember what a sweet scene I'd witnessed. Words, like a snapshot.
Here are the walkers 12 years ago...