Today, Bob and I woke up to whispery wonderful snow flurries. It didn't last once it hit the ground. I cannot honestly remember how long it's been since we had snow.
Enchanted, the first thing we want to do was to call our loved ones and share our excitement. We held back because I was afraid I would wake Anderson but it made me think about other times when the first thing you want to do is call you loved ones.
Like 9-11. That day, I attended an early morning meeting and walked into the doctors lounge to see the news discussing the first hit of the World Trade Towers and while I was watching, the second tower was hit. For some reason, all I could think of was Orson Wells' program about the world being invaded. That was my first thought --we're being invaded and my daughter is in Talladega searching for an apartment for Adam with Miss Tammy--what if I never see her again? I'll never forget trying to call Susannah and make sure she was okay. The sheer relief of reaching her and sharing my fears and concerns while knowing she was okay was so reassuring and life-affirming.
Or the day Anderson was born. I called everyone I knew to let them know. We emailed pictures and rousted relatives we hadn't spoken to in months.
Sometimes, it takes snow flurries to reach out. Thinking about that....I called my sister and my niece today, too just to let them know I love them.
Blog ya later.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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