Last night she saw them for the first time, the beautiful light of a whole family (perhaps?) of fireflies sparkling through the dusk. It’s been years since I’ve seen so many all at once, and I felt that innocent sense of wonder again. It has been so long. The sense that strips all of the blur away at the edges and focusses you in on something so incredible. Just for that moment.
My son saw them too, his eyes following them along through the darkening air.
And as I held his ever-growing 14 month old self in the front carry of our Ergo, reminding myself that I need to carry him on my back more often… I held his toes and remembered when his whole foot nestled neatly into the palm of one hand.
She told me today, as we learned about Ancient Egypt, how she planned on having her one-thousandth birthday party. After a few quiet moments, she asked softly, knowingly, “But people don’t usually live that long, do they?”
And so under the layers of messy rooms and piled up orders for the shop, and too-dry gardens, and far too many sleepless nights recently, there is a richness in the light of the now. And a magic that is so quick, just like the light of those fireflies.
(Firefly photo, above, via Flickr here)
Hoping you have a wonderful weekend. See you back here next week when I’ll have a great giveaway, and a tutorial on natural dyeing to make a sweet pink.