I woke up early this morning…very early. It was one of those mornings where you can only sleep for snatches at a time. Each time I woke up, my dog was staring at me. Must have been something in the air (but it didn’t seem to be affecting my husband).
I woke up thinking about 6:05 a.m. I could hear her in my head telling me it was almost time. Not quite but almost. My special day wouldn’t start until then.
I woke up thinking about her waffles and the homemade strawberry sauce/syrup/yummy stuff she used to cover them with. She pulled out her waffle maker on special occasions…today would have been one of those days.
I woke up thinking about my momma on my birthday.
I woke up thinking about my grandmother, too. I had dreamed about her during those snatches of sleep. Doris was back to well and feisty and spirited. She was driving a car (Lord help us…she didn’t learn to drive until she was in her sixties and my papa passed away), and she was driving fast. She was speeding toward the nursing home with a car load of family but she quickly told us she didn’t have to stay there anymore. We all knew it was true…she was too well to stay there.
I woke up feeling melancholy as I thought about these women I’ve lost… but then I smiled. I smiled because they were with me today. They came into my mind and heart strongly, more so than usual. They came to say hello.
Best birthday present ever.