Sarah’s first day back at home after surgery has been a gift. Things like this always make me appreciate the little things in life even more.
When we arrived home, I noticed differences right away.
The morning glories are inches further up the sunflowers.
Gypsy moths are flying around.
My gardens and hanging baskets are dry and need watering.
Raspberries are ripening fast.
The grass was longer.
I know my house, my land, my gardens. My roots go way down.
How to heal a little girl; with snuggles, stuffed animals that fit just right in a small hand, books, back scratches, ginger ale, movies, smiles, brothers and a sister, games, rides in a wheelchair, naps, words of encouragement, leaving the hospital as soon as possible, pain medicine, a nest on the couch, getting clean with a shower, soap, and combed out hair, tempting foods like fresh garden peas and wild raspberries picked by a loving sister and mama.
When your big brother comes in the house with a visitor.
And when your mom and dad leave, just for an hour, to go to a library used book sale.
The top six were for her.