“Where has
time gone?” I mumbled to myself. “Just when I think I am organized, something unexpected pops up and that does away with my schedule.” Telephone calls, unending questions from my son, and 'honey dos' were just a few interruptions of morning.
I sighed as I stood at my kitchen window washing dishes and wondered what else day might bring. I was tired, and day had only begun.
I watched our youngest daughter from window while washing dishes. She was oblivious to a watchful eye, as she frolicked in a field of wildflowers with butterflies flitting around her. She whirled and twirled as a ballet dancer. Suddenly my flower child sat down, right in middle of field, blond head bobbing from side to side with music, she alone could hear.
Tossing dishtowel on cabinet, I strolled outside to join my ballerina in field of colorful flowers. She held her finger to her lips to silence me as I approached. Obliging, I eased down cross-legged before her.
Suddenly most beautiful butterfly lit on her cheek. Eyes wide with wonder, she couldn’t keep quiet another moment. A giggle bubbled from within her, breaking silence. A glorious sound of robust laughter filled air as I joined in celebration of life while caught up in moment.
