Because, she'd said, who do you call when you need a little wisdom, a little more life experience than what's spread out across your own table?
Honestly, I didn't know what to think of that then, but now I'm starting to understand what I'm sure is just bits and pieces of what she meant.
|Photo courtesy of my sister, Jill.|
It becomes clearer to me now on those days I pick up the phone to dial my mom or grandma or mother in law and upon hearing their inviting greeting I sloppily wring out the dirty water of a messy day's events only for them to offer soft, dry towels of compassion and perspective.
I get it more and more as I watch my father in law pour into his grandsons in only the way a grandfather can, my husband standing close by, almost taking mental notes on how to father from the man who helped raise him into the good man he's become.
It surfaces when I catch the gaze of eyes that have seen so much linger long on our two giggling boys, as if they were the most interesting, lovely sights ever to be seen.
|Photo courtesy of Erica Lynn Photography|
tightly tangled and connected.
And each year I celebrate another birthday
I seem to take another step back from the brightest, most intricate of tapestries,
breathe in the bigger-picture design of family
and realize that these days of being sandwiched in the middle of it all are absolutely golden.
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