My first-born is forty three years old, something I find very, very hard to grasp. I remember so much about his baby and child hoods but certainly have also forgotten much. One thing I do recall vividly, is the first thing I said following his birth....."well, I'm glad we have a baby and now, I never have to do that again". Of course, it was not the case. That Baby Boy became Big Brother two years later and I wasn't the first nor was I the last to utter those words after giving birth without the use of so much as an aspirin. And why am I thinking back to this right now? Because mine is the kind of mind that needs to connect dots. I love parallels or is it parables? A story is not a story unless it relates to another story? So, yesterday........
My best friend in all the world, Cam, and her husband, Erwin.......who both.......
|Don't they look like the blissful retirees that they have become?|
retired a few weeks ago and are already starting to tick things off on their bucket list. Stop One, along the way to the rest of their lives, is a week on the beach here on the Cape. Yesterday, we found our way to their secluded beachfront cottage and allowed the day to unfold, the four of us together under the sun, watching the water, collecting oyster shells on the beach, followed by dinner....with a view.
|Just another ordinary Monday dinner on Cape Cod|
So, where's the parallel? I'm getting there.........
We labored all winter. We said "never again". We spent the first of many-to-come days next to the water.
We forgot all about the pain and we're ready to do it all over again.
I love you Cape Cod!!!!!!!
The parable: " Be careful what you curse about in Winter because you only get so many Summers" (I know, it only makes sense to me) Oh, and "Good friends rent good houses"!! Wait a minute...these are not parables...these are just sayin's, aren't they? Maybe better this way: "The Story of the Winter, the Spring, the Labor and the Delivery" but my friends had nothing to do with any of the above. I'm stumped.