On Mother’s Day

The bedroom window is open. I can hear the birds chirping and the curtains are billowing from the breeze on this warm Sunday afternoon. I’m trying to read but I find myself distracted and I finally give in and put my book down to breathe in the fresh air and fully enjoy the memories of a lazy summer afternoon at my Grandma T’s.
I pick a book from the dozens on the shelves in the back bedroom and lay down on the handmade quilt. The house is quiet except for the sounds coming through the open window. Birds chirping, wind blowing through the trees, the smell of flowers and fresh cut grass. I read for a while before falling asleep.
I wake up to the smell of coffee and the sound of my Mom and Grandma talking in the kitchen with the radio quietly playing in the background. I lay there for awhile breathing in the peace.
And now, on Mother’s Day as I sit in my backyard with my daughter planting flowers and my son playing in the sand I wipe tears of gratitude.

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