The morning begins with a heavy fog blanket, and a warm beginning to a Texas Christmas. The grey cloud that has shrouded my spirit is lifted. Our Christmas tree shimmers with fiber optics sending colors racing around the darkened room.My coffee cup is warm and full, as is my heart. All is calm, all is right. The soft blue glow of our Nativity a reminder of the reason we celebrate this occasion. May the Peace that enveloped Bethlehem also surround this Earth with peace today.
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!
Wash from waving dunes to undulating
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
Reborn of the wind…
Following timeless ripples to the sea.
Port Aransas, TX
The sun melts down
On another autumn good night
This red sky at night…
©Nancilynn Saylor 29September 2018