I was passing the farmer's market this morning
seeing people walk home with their bags of treasures
arms of plants
a handful of flowers
and I had a moment of memory
that made me feel as I did 30 years ago
it took me back to a time in my life
of drawing
of tea cups
of simplicity
of contentment
and of anticipation of the life that would come
I remember the feeling of coming home
to my own place
sometimes my best friend
my roommate would be home
we'd make cucumber sandwiches
and drink tea
sometimes my boyfriend, now husband
would be with me
and we'd order gino's pizza
or not
we'd make celestial seasoning's roast aroma
and he'd play guitar
sometimes I'd just enjoy being by myself
in my pretty little rooms
I was content
my life was sweet
I was working on my fine arts degree
and working and making enough money
to have a wonderful
hardwood floored apartment with my bedroom in the turret
I was living on my own
far away from my family for the first time
finally living closer to my would be future husband
ahhhhh
life was simple
life was good
life now is just a little more complicated
I should have known
today my fingers are stained with cherry juice
because yesterday I cut and pitted a bag of cherries
so a little two year old could eat them
he stood on the chair next to me
in a green t-shirt and his diaper
carefully trying to get them on the end of his fork
eventually he gave up on that
and with his pudgy little cherry stained fingers
began to pop one after the other into his little red mouth
it was the least I could do
for this little two year old and his six year old sister
who stood on the chair on the other side of me
and told me her version of the story
of how
yesterday
her dad died while he was cutting the grass
a massive heart attack at 41 years
their life just became ever so complicated
before it has hardly even begun
every life
has pain
every day
it's own trouble
so many lives
so much hurt
only so many
days
this is the day the Lord has made
let us rejoice...
and be glad in it
Psalm 118:24
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