United Airlines brought our baby home last Tuesday afternoon. However, she’s not a baby any more. She’ll be 25 years old next week and she’s been the Best Nurse in the Universe after my gall bladder surgery.
It was barely snowing on Tuesday as her plane jetted from Chicago to Hancock, so she aimed her camera out the window and snapped photos.
I was mesmerized by the images she captured. Flowing rivers of ice. Matchstick trees. The winding Portage Canal opening up to Big Lake Superior.
The view is so different from an Eye in the Sky. What a wider perspective we suddenly possess! We view the vista like an eagle soaring on the lake breezes. Suddenly our problems seem dwarfed, less important. The world expands to a bigger more comfortable place.
This afternoon Kiah put the ornaments on the Christmas tree. We’re listening to Christmas music. The house feels cozy and festive. She’s baking focaccia with our pasta and vegetables.
A mama could get spoiled! She and Barry keep saying, “What can I get you? What would you like?” I walked slowly, oh-so-slowly, to the mailbox today. It felt like climbing Mount Everest! But every day keeps getting better and better and better. Surgery will soon–I’m sure–be a distant memory. Far away, like matchstick trees.
The vista is improving.
Wishing you all a wonderful Christmas Eve tomorrow!