On vacation in Tennessee, I am visiting family and bonding with my infant grandson, Liam. No sightseeing, just easy, quiet days. It is such a change from my usual routine of busyness. Even on vacation, most people schedule a lot of activities to see it all or do it all. This trip is just about being present. Not having to accomplish anything, just flowing with baby nap time and reveling in the bliss of wake up smiles. Seeing the world with his curious eyes, enjoying his response to beautiful music, finding my voice once again in lullabies, opening my heart and breathing tenderness. He is content with simplicity, a full belly, warm arms to cradle him, safe and secure. I think of mothers around the world who long to give their infants a full belly each day and the hope of future that my grandson is assured. I am so grateful for the gift of this child and feel even more committed to helping other mothers around the world.
Enjoying southern treats too. Deep fried dill pickles! How had I ever missed this dish on previous visits? Crisp golden coins, dipped in a mild, sweet creamy sauce create an explosion of flavor, salty, tangy, sweet. Irresistible! I had to keep chanting "portion control, portion control...." On Sunday morning, we loaded up the smoker with pork ribs and chicken. The fragrance combined with that of freshly cut grass was a feast for the senses. My mouth has been watering today from savory chicken and veggies simmering in the slow cooker. Chicken and dumplings for dinner tonight.
To break even on the calories, Liam and I stroll around the neighborhood. Fat robins are everywhere. Chartreuse leaves are deepening green as the week goes by. Dogwood trees are blooming white against the sky in vivid contrast.
Slowing down, noticing how much I have to be grateful for, hour by hour, it feels like I am living my prayers.
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