Five Minute Friday: AGAIN

Again

There are places my mind goes to in the early morning, even when time is short and the day’s tasks are long.    Memory lanes, school trips, dancing the “peppermint twist” with my daddy.  People who have long since taken the stairway to the golden gates are with me and bring to heart fond joy and sweet laughter.  Grandmother Frances laughing in the beach water, Granny Perry wiping her hands off on her crisp, white apron as she hands me a homemade corndog.  My Papaw Perry is there kidding me for having a boyfriend when I am only a Kindergartner and Papa Millstead letting me sit on his lap as he rocks slowly in his green, metal lawn rocking chair.  My Aunt Linda brushing my long, brown hair and my Aunt Annie calling my code-name, “Sunkist” over the microphone of her harvest intercom.  Sweetness all wrapped up in yellow and blue memories take over me at times and always, it seems, when I need them the most.  Little gifts of memory-love which I draw from in today’s present to remind me that our lives do matter to those who would follow in our footsteps.   I pause to think of who do I take time to touch with these joy-moments?   So, I walk through my day, pausing, and causing my heart to beat faster and my heart to grow warmer as I take the moment to pause and to touch, to share a laugh and to offer a lap.  I use my technology to send love notes and my pen to ink well wishes.  I wrap my arms around a child and my heart around a husband.  And, I remember the gift of my memories, my senses all pulled into the tender reflections of people who walked before me and beside me and carried me along until all I have of them are the reflections of their spirits which greet me each morning.  I move on with my day with a smile and know that tomorrow, the sweet visits will return, again.