A July Morning


I am sitting on the porch and looking at Lake Murray. It’s very still and quiet. A restful time for all of us. My Mom is 84 and last night as we arrived and gathered sharing stories across generations. Mom stood up with tears in her eyes and said she was glad we could all be together. Mom’s brood are all in their 50’s. Our own children are mostly twenty something. We’re still cubs in Mom’s eyes. We’ll have some time together, a few days to enjoy each other and share.