This week, my Great Grandma Bell celebrated her 95th birthday. (Of course, the cake said, "Happy 29th Birthday, Doris!") Toward the end of the party, I retreated to my uncle's office to feed the punk. There were a dozen of Uncle Allen's beautiful watercolors spread out on his table: red rock landscapes, wheat fields, and rain storms. I could hear my family still going strong in the other room. My man was talking animatedly with my cousin and best friend, and my mom laughed in the kitchen. As I sat, surrounded by beautiful artwork, the happy chatter of my family, and my baby in my arms, I thought:
I am the luckiest girl in the world.
Happy 29th Birthday, Doris!
4 comments:
moments like that just sneak up on you and they're the greatest ever!
I agree with Quela!
amen; those moments make it all worth it and carry you through the mundane and the difficult. I'm so glad when they make their way to me!
Very nice...makes me warm and fuzzy and I wasn't even there.
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