Monday, April 30, 2012
A Happy Birthday
When are 55 caramel creams in a box, not thousands of calories?
When they are 55 snippets that say I love you mom, here, is one of your favorite things.
When is make-up and a new sweater, not wrinkle camouflage and clothes at all?
When they mean, you are beautiful mom, adorn it, acknowledge it, walk in beauty.
When is a yellow purse, not a handbag at all? When it is your favorite color and comes with a wish for lighter, brighter days.
When are pots of lemon balm and rosemary more than dirt, clay and leaves? When they are the garden someone knows you are pining for.
I recently had a birthday. One of the twin digit variety. My kids were there and surrounded me with more love than I deserve. The next day, I ate 27 caramel creams, wore a soft new sweater, and carried a yellow handbag. Later, I lay on the floor of the balcony, and curled up around a pot of rosemary, breathing in gratitude.