So, the last time I blogged, it was July 10. Maybe this will become just a monthly thing. I don't know. Just like a butterfly, MPM is going through her own metamorphosis. And a visit with the newly launched offspring is even more evidence of that.
They are happily settled into their new apartment in New York City. Yes, the MPM rugrats are living under the same roof once again! After 4 years at different universities, they have both secured jobs that pay a living wage, and are sharing an apartment. I have seen it with my own eyes, and I am duly impressed. Except for a minor detail, which has me quite flummoxed. Apparently they were raised in a barn.
Sometimes I lie awake at night remembering this scene. Where did I go wrong?
But I digress. I had a spectacular time, and I got to visit with so many of my wonderful friends in New York and Connecticut. I miss them so very much, but I know that I am on the right journey here in Tennessee, and they are just a quick 2 hour flight away.
There was lots of fun, too:
A wedding in Grand Central Station.
A visit with a spoiled dog who is summering in New England.
When my babies were born, we were given this book. It immediately became my favorite, and as soon as they could talk, The Bird and Augie asked us to read it to them every day. They actually asked us to read hundreds of books every day; "Hello comb, hello brush...." It was a rare day that I could get through reading this one to them that I didn't choke up a bit, and that was just the way it was.
And now? In the 10 or so days since they have become college graduates, and have set their sights on their next steps, all I can think about is this book. And how we did, indeed, sing when they came to this Earth. And to us. And I still get teary.
The gift of all gifts; they are my heart. I am so very honored that they came through me. And this spinning world is all theirs.
On the day you were born the moon pulled on the ocean below, and, wave by wave, a rising tide washed the beaches clean for your footprints... ...while far out at sea clouds swelled with water drops, sailed to shore on a wind, and rained you a welcome across the Earth's green lands. On the day you were born the Earth turned, the Moon pulled, the Sun flared, and, then, with a push, you slipped out of the dark quiet where suddenly you could hear... ...a circle of people singing with voices familiar and clear. "Welcome to the spinning world." the people sang, as they washed your new, tiny hands. "Welcome to the green Earth," the people sang, as they wrapped your wet, slippery body. And as they held you close they whispered into your open, curving ear, "We are so glad you've come." - From On the Day You Were Born by Debra Frasier
In honor of the blizzard that is bearing down on my former home, I have blogged about the benefits of living in Tennessee. This is the link to that blog. That is all. Go read it and let me know your thoughts!
PS--Today, in Franklin, Tennessee, I am wearing jeans and a little cardigan sweater.
Fundraiser Songwriter Nights. Especially when your brother is a sponsor of the Patron's Party. And also when Lee Greenwood is there, joined by his sons, who attend BGA, and they give you chills. Turn it up.