So I worry that my posts are incredibly trite. I mean, now that I seem to be pretty much over the sadness of the empty nest, and I’m finding ways to fill my new retirement days, I suspect that anything else I post for a while might be coated in a sweet, spun sugar wrapping.
I seem to have become completely bipolar.
I am either steeped in the sadness of having no purpose, or I am floating on a fluffy pink cloud of baby love.
But, really, I don’t think you can blame me. I don’t! There have been weeks this summer when nobody on earth really needed me to even get out of my bed. There have been long, sad days where the only living being who greeted me with joy were the four legged kind. I do love my doggies, but it just wasn’t the same.
But today was one of those sweet, candy coated days where I said “I love you” to all three of my kids. A day where I got to have lunch with one child and dinner with two. Plus friends for both meals! AND our baby Ellie at lunch and at dinner.
I love having a houseful of people to feed. Call me crazy, but I love it, love it, love it! I makes me happy to have people at my table, eating the dinner, sipping the wine, laughing and talking and waiting for the yummy home made dessert. I love the conversations and the jokes, even the ones I don’t understand.
Then add in the fact that at tonight’s dinner I got to see my completely independent, totally non-conformist boy cuddling my first born grandchild in his big strong hands…..well. What can a middle aged woman say at a moment like this one?
My boy and the little girl of my little girl.
Of course my heart melted into a puddle and ran right out my nose……….
I know. It’s completely trite and totally predictable. How boring. Ho-hum.
Because this was a WONDERFUL day with my loving and gentle children and the apple of all of our eyes. We do love each other, and we sure as heck do love that little Ellie bean.
I won’t make any excuses. Sorry for the treacle.
This is a pretty good life.