A Kick in the Bawlz
The tears come in the darkness when the wee is asleep and I awake from slumber feeling like I've been kicked in the bawlz by the universe. It happens every day, everywhere, I know... I know! People lose pets, friends, family members - it happens and yet not one loss is less painful or less tragic than another. It seems like a really rotten trick to give your heart away to a mischievous fur ball for 15 years then have to face the possibility of having to say good bye...too soon. It's always too soon!
On this summer morning I am thankful for public swimming pools, for little boys with sweaty ringlets; for bare feet on wood floors, for homemade kites and warm breezes; for drippy ice cream cones; for hummingbird visits in the early morn; for grass-stained sheets dragged down hillsides while a squealing boy holds tightly with dimpled fists; for the bird's nest we found on the ground (woven with the sticky wrapper of an after dinner mint from McCormick & Schmick's Seafood Restaurant) which we gingerly carried home and placed on our mantle; for the little hand that gets tangled in my hair at night; for the purrs of a blue-eyed cat; for the thread of pixels that connect distant friends, and the glow by which I read their words while sipping my morning coffee.