Third Time's the Charm

Tomorrow is my third mother's day. We'll go to mass, get crepes, go to the park, maybe play tennis and generally enjoy the fact that Will and I are both off work for the day, and are able to enjoy our two sweet babies.

I've been under the weather and grading like mad, so I don't have a lot to say today. I would like to share a poem and a few pictures as a general reminder of how beautiful life is, even when blurry from busyness. So thankful for reasons to slow down.

"June Light" by Richard Wilbur

Your voice, with clear location of June days,
Called me outside the window.  You were there,
Light yet composed, as in the just soft stare
Of uncontested summer all things raise
Plainly their seeming into seamless air.

Then your love looked as simple and entire
As that picked pear you tossed me, and your face
As legible as pearskin’s fleck and trace,
Which promise always wine, by mottled fire
More fatal fleshed than ever human grace.

And your gay gift—Oh when I saw it fall
Into my hands, through all that naïve light,
It seemed as blessed with truth and new delight
As must have been the first great gift of all.

I'm the luckiest mama, and that is worth celebrating.

{Happy mother's day to all women with children on earth and children in heaven.}