A rainy winter night in Wichita,Kansas

December 14, 1971 found me in the midst of holiday planning, tree decorating and cookie making.

Big plans for later that day reinforced my need to finish what I could. My three year old son was anxious to help and we merrily rolled peanut butter cookies into balls to be baked as the next batch signalled it was done! His excitement was as real as mine! His blue eyes sparkled in the blinking Christmas tree. By noon we were ready as that was our deadline.

My husband arrived at the appointed hour.It was pre-arranged and several weeks early.Today our new baby would arrive in the chilly early Kansas evening.

This day a son was born to a little family. His arrival would forever change our lives.

Happy birthday, my son, Michael!You light up our lives!

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Ripples

Ripples

Wash from waving dunes to undulating

surf

Whispering” come follow”…

Tracing ancient, ageless paths

across the empty beach.

Under a silent silver sky,

I stoop to scoop a single shell,

The broken and the whole.

The wind and sand polish my cheeks soft.

70 years of living

Smoothed to satin, again

Baby-soft skin,

Reborn of the wind…

Following timeless ripples to the sea.

Nancilynn

November 2018

Port Aransas, TX