Valentines Day

Grateful for some good memories.

In a time of trouble, do I wish good memories for anyone, everyone. Yes. And better times.

My son was born on Valentines Day. My husband had bought me some chocolate cheesecake (late pregnancy craving) and we were watching some film, can’t remember what, on the television at home. But surprise. Hospital. Chew ice and drip pitocin before you get the cheesecake. I was kind of grumpy that day, but talking on the phone until, time to put it down. And then the son. And then the cheesecake. With the newspaper.

When I woke up, to the nursery with my husband. Little baby in that tiny bed, watched over by the best of the best. I couldn’t believe it. My faculty mentor, who had organized a crowd of a baby shower for me, was first visitor at the hospital next day, where I, not dressed for success, showed off new one.

Today emailed phoned and texted people I care for, and who care for me.

My Goddess sister in law who has gifted me just beyond, a so generous much, left a plush Snoopy for me because she knows my Peanuts. Made with hearts.

My neighbor, who knows I’ve been away (not on vacation, it’s been hospitals) stopped by with his dog Missy who knows my voice, and offered help if I need. Very nice guy and Missy good girl.

The accidental but thoughtful delivery driver. We really did talk at the door about economic discourse, which I’m back to writing of, catching up after all the hospital time.. And he told me to put things in the refrigerator and freezer. I did do.

And now cleaning up here. Feels right. Call that rebirth.