STAYCATION

Today was the day for another funeral. Two, in a period of three weeks. It's not the way we planned to spend our summer and certainly not our idea of a nice day together. So, after all the sadness of saying goodbye to one of Don's high-school friend's who died suddenly of a heart-attack leaving behind three children, one who is just 10 months old, we need some healing time as a family. We decided to be tourists for the day, in the very place we live. We took the ferry to San Francisco and took the streetcar to Pier 39. We walked with the other tourists and we looked at shirts that said "I LOVE SF" and we remarked "You know, I do love SF!" We ate touristy food and took touristy pictures and we laughed. We stood and watched the sea lions which we explained to Georgia were a bit like, um, well, "Water Dogs"...I guess. We threatened to buy postcards and mail them to our friends. I payed $2 for a peach! It was wonderful. We found our smiles again and we remembered the deep blessings we have, because we have one another.  

We ended the day eating good food with Don's parents and nibbling on apple pie that I made from apples we picked at Granny's house. I love feeling this domestic. The pie was so buttery and delicious and I let the flavors samba on my tongue. A beautiful way to end our day of tourism, eating with a lovely local family.

As I write this, the world's best husband is in our small and perfect living room putting Georgia to sleep. I hear her singing her 16 month-old song. I hear her fighting sleep, when it's all that I want. We pray for a restful night, that she will sleep until morning. But, if she wakes up once, or twice, or even ten times, we are blessed because she is ours; she is safe; and she trusts us. We treasure today because it's all we have.