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It’s his birthday

This morning my task is to take over for my daughter who has to go somewhere early and get the boy fed and dressed and his lunch made and then drop him at school. It’s his fifth birthday! Hooray! And because he is now five, it’s a three egg morning.How lucky I am that he is the start of my day. Cheerfully he goes off. He likes school these days a lot. And then I go out into the sunny morning intending to walk. But I go to see the progress on the re-build of the old stone wall by the new tennis court. It’s looking great. Rustic as I wanted it. And the area under the trees by the court is looking terrific. I cleared it up, moved piles of dead brush and I’m very pleased with how it’s turning out. I go to the river and then I can’t help myself. There’s so much to clear up. I keep myself from picking up and dragging any limbs. Only pick up sticks that are light and easy to move, being careful with my tweaked back. It feels good to move around and the yard is quiet and peaceful. Five years ago tonight it was rainy and dark in the early evening when we drove my daughter to Boston to give birth to Wave. It was Covid, and we had not done a practice run. Finding the main entrance to the hospital proved challenging. And the doors were closed and locked when we did arrive. Guarded. Entrance strictly limited. It took some time to convince the guard to let us in to the elevator to go up to maternity! I got to be part of the experience of welcoming Wave into the world, thank goodness. Tonight we had a good game of fighting dinosaurs before he went to bed. He is smiling after his happy day, and so am I.