These posts always feel like letters to someone. I want to start them out. Dear (fill in name),
I guess when I write these posts it is like I am writing to my dearest friends.
Today I woke up a bit grumpy. The time change is a bit of a killer and my body is a bit sore and out of sorts. Last night over dinner, Jenny said she would walk with me and Opal. This morning she suggested going to the Mount Auburn Cemetery. Without knowing, she picked one of my favorite places in Cambridge to walk!
I feel very blessed to get to be a part of Opal, Jenny, and Jesse's world. It is a great example of what love looks like on a daily basis. the support it takes to take care of one child is enormous. And Jesse and Jenny do it with absolutely lovely humor, song, light, and hugs. Opal is smarter than I am already and she is almost 1.5 and can already spell her name! But what makes her amazing is her curiosity and comic facial features. She goes 100 miles a minute and we all just try to keep up with her.
As we were walking back to the car, taking pictures of flowers and trees, a funeral procession pasted. As we crested the hill to get back to the car. I heard strains of Taps being played and I thought of uncle Tom and how we played that for him just months before. Children represent so much and we put alot of hope in them for the future. For me, walking around with Opal gave me hope and solace.Life springs open again and again and again. much like the books you read Opal are read again and again and again. And they don't lose their excitement. Thank God, the cycles of birth and death are ever in motion.