Thursday, July 24, 2008

Solo

I took myself out this morning for a reprise of yesterday's route -- alone. What a gift. No vision of a 13 year old gazelle outstripping me, no stroller to push, and man was it quiet in my head.

Just wonderful.

Which is nice, because there's a lot going on here on even the quietest of days.

Here's a nice essay by a long-ago friend of mine. I share some of her experiences, especially the nagging feeling that my family wasn't finished. As I hear mine preparing their overly-honeyed tea in the kitchen now, and see the lump that is Thing 1 down in my bed, I'm peacefully satisfied that four was perfect for me.

2 comments:

Charity said...

I'm glad for you that you had that alone time - those moments can be too few and far between! :0)

This was a great essay - I can totally relate.

allisonmariecat said...

Oh, I miss alone time...Sounds like a wonderful time!