slipping out of bed like a letter sliding out of an envelope
sitting on the couch watching my kitchen turn golden
Enjoying the history of our lives:
Nana Pauline's hutch,
the old Hoosier we bought on a skiing trip to Sugarloaf when the kids were young,
Nana Freda's toy sewing machine,
Nana Gloria's Hummells,
antique bottles Gary and I found when we were college students,
the anniversary clock Gary's father gave us when we got married...
all these parts of our lives floating around like dust motes, twirling...dancing...celebrating who we were and who we've become.
What's your favorite time of the day?