I pulled my snow pants and sorrels on over my pajamas and headed outside to shovel all of that snow. The moon was mine. The full moon pulls me and fills me to overflowing, but my moon is the moon that is shaped like a ‘C’. Under my moon I find a little more contentment. I see the beautiful. I shoveled ours and then my brother's. I thought of all of the nice things he’s done for me over the years.
My life has changed, shifted this past while. I think it was when I saw my daughter in the body of a woman I didn’t recognize that the urgency hit me. These years here in this place, my role as mom to little girls is short. I don’t want to miss that. I want to feel it and make it a part of me to keep forever. I watched my littlest kitten rest her small hand in her dad’s at church on Sunday and my heart poured out of my eyes. I remember thinking the same thing watching little bodies in my lap while I nursed them. I only get to be here once.
