The Ramblings of a Redhead

Mother. Mom. Mamacita. A single word that brings with it so many emotions. What comes to mind when I hear that word is more than I think I am capable of conveying, but nonetheless, I will try. Snow gently falls blanketing the world with a soft white cover. A cold north wind whips through the bare trees. I sit curled up with a hot cup of coffee as memories swirl inside my mind. Memories of years long past all the way to those not so long ago. Perhaps it is something in the twinkling snow that makes me feel so much nostalgia, or maybe it is simply this single peaceful moment where I can reflect on how truly blessed I am to have so much more than I could have ever asked for or deserve. I can see these memories in my mind as if they happened only yesterday. I close my eyes, and I am home. The sound of my mom gently calling my name to rouse me from the cavern of sleep. She would come in and sit on the edge of my bed and we would talk. We can always talk about anything and nothing ...

I am sitting in the silence of my kitchen. Contemplating the day. What meals will I cook? What projects should I tackle? My gaze wonders to the trees outside the window. They are becoming greener with each passing day, blooming with the promise of new life.  The bittersweet taste of coffee hits my tongue, and I am pulled from the moment of revelry, but at the same time, I realize how blessed I really am.  I have all my senses to fully experience the world around me - I have my health, I am able to safely stay in my comfortable home, I woke up this morning I am able to enjoy a hot cup of coffee, my muscles are sore from a day of working outside yesterday.  Here's to family and friends.  May we find hope in each day. We are alive; the world is still filled with magic and wonder all around us.  Praises of thankfulness this Sunday.