Sunday, June 11, 2006
I was sad yesterday about several different things. It wasn't a debilitating depression or crushing heaviness. Just a sadness like a cloak over my shoulders.
I had special people that I love around me most of the day. Barbara's hugs and Nelly's smiles and little emails do wonders for me. But there are things that are sad and need grieving in life and yesterday some of those were keeping themselves in the forefront of my mind.
By the time evening rolled in, our three boys had dispersed to other locations for the night. Heather was busy playing and Byron was serving up the most fantastic curry that he had made for me. It was hot and tasty and had just enough coconut milk in it to sweeten it. It was amazing.
We sat outside in the lingering warmth and ate this good food. It was good to my taste and good to my heart. I sat there, spoiled rotten by this boy who makes a killer curry. Beautiful food! Beautiful boy!