Kiah’s gone. Last we heard, she’s sitting in the Minneapolis airport–flight delayed–awaiting her flight to New York City.
I am home after a full day in the big city of Marquette, where I eventually hugged her goodbye at the airport.
Feeling all those usual feelings we mothers feel when our children fly from the nest yet again. Goodbye, goodbye. Until we meet again.
Barry and I just picnicked on the deck. Rice-bean-vegetable (and for him–shrimp) bowls from the Border Grill. Multi-colored chips.
We called Kiah in Minneapolis to ascertain the length of her plane delay.
We miss her already.
But both kids were home this month–this was good.
It is always good when the children return home for a visit.
It is simply an adjustment to return to our ordinary lives…to return from being three to two.
Here are the pictures snapped on Point Abbaye before the crazy flies started biting. Back when we stood along the shore watching the wild waves break against the rock. Was it a lifetime ago? Or was that only yesterday…or the day before?
And now July ends. Tomorrow is the last day, isn’t it? Our garden hath produced one red & ripe tomato for human consumption…the cucumbers are flowering wildly and spreading their skirt of leaves across the soil. So are the squash.
The harvest shall be upon us before we know. The summer lulls only for an instant, just as goodbyes lull only for an instant. Just as sadness arises just for an instant…and who knows what tomorrow shall bring?
Thank you, Kiah, for a beautiful visit. It was so precious. Please come again, soon, whenever your schedule allows. The trees are waiting for your return, as are the eagles flying overhead. The chipmunks say “goodbye”. Come back home, come back home…but, in the meantime, enjoy the Big City. Have a latte for me, will you?