Friday, January 11, 2013

Let Me Count the Ways


Love is like wind - you don't see it but you see its effects. I am reading to the Bean at nap time when she suddenly leans over the railing of her bed and hugs my head. I look up at her from my seat on the floor and her eyes are warm and sparkling and so moved by the winds of love that I nearly weep.

Tiny baby Lili stares at me as she drinks from her bottle and when I smile at her, she smiles back, her eyes lighting up as though someone has flipped a switch. Milk dribbles down both sides of her mouth but she doesn't care. We're in love with each other and that's better than milk.

I pull into their drive each week for my stint as Nini-in-charge and my son-in-law drops what he's doing to hurry out and help lug in my bags and boxes. My daughter waits at the door for a hug and a kiss. They make breakfast for me, fetch my special tea mug, make me feel as though I am the most special guest they've ever entertained.

The phone rings and it's my grandson wanting to Skype or my granddaughter wanting to tell me about her swim team or my son wanting to say he loves me or my daughter-in-law catching me up on family news. When I'm at their house I'm the center of attention. It's like being Queen For a Week and love sweeps through the rooms like a zephyr.

Every week there's the phone call from my distant daughter. Her laughter and mine get tangled in the phone lines until I'm sure everyone talking at the same time we are can hear it. She and her husband are professionals at picking out just the right cards for any occasion - I've saved them and whenever I feel blue I haul the box out and read through them. It's like opening a window so that love can blow through.

My oldest son in Oregon leaves "love you, Mom" messages in my email, on FaceBook, on the answering machine. He often tells me how he sends messages to me on the wind, knowing the jet stream will carry them eastward. When I feel a breeze on my cheek, I know it's him, thinking of me.

The mail arrives and there's a card or a letter with a "little something" tucked inside. My sisters never fail to anticipate my running short at the end of each month. I never do, of course, because of their thoughtfulness.

The winds of love are mighty, and they are always blowing.



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10 comments:

Molly said...

What a beautiful post Pauline! Who was it that said "As ye sow, so shall ye reap." I think you did a great job at the sowing.....

Brian Miller said...

like opening a window so love can blow through...smiles...what a cool thing that eh? nice of your sister to think of you as well...the winds of love are mighty...

Barbara Shallue said...

Oh, this made me smile. I could feel the love all the way here, and see Lili's smile. You are blessed with love, and I'm sure it's because you give more than you receive! I'm grateful that we've met here in internet-land!

Tabor said...

You are certainly blessed but even more so because you are aware of it.

Out on the prairie said...

What a lovely share, you are very lucky to have all of this love

Joanna Jenkins said...

This brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for sharing the love with all of us. It's pure joy.
xoxo jj

Pauline said...

Molly - I may have had relationship troubles where men are concerned, but there's never been any hitch in loving my children and the grands

Brian - I have a wonderful family!

Barbara - likewise :)

Tabor - that's such a big part of being happy, recognizing that there's much to be happy about, yes?

OOTP - lucky beyond measure :)

JJ - thanks. Sharing doubles happiness, I've found.

Kerry said...

So lovely. You have fostered the love that comes back to you.

Sky said...

this post is such a pleasure to read! love passes through your words spreading itself upon all who read here. :)

Judith said...

A cup running over ---

A river that began with the love pouring in from you --