There are certain images… their pudgy baby faces, as they fell asleep on my shoulder; their looks of purest awe, heads held all the way back, looking up at the golden sun breaking through Granny’s tall pines… images that I hope never to forget, scenes that I hope to carry with me, to think on and smile over, in my silver years.
One of those scenes is this one, one that plays out near daily in our home.
Two whispery, elfin shadows behind my bedroom curtains.
A dog and one of his boys and their hidden place in the sun.
Just this one small scene says all there is to know about the perfect comfort of home and the quiet love that grows there.