It rained today, long and hard. The raindrops pelted the rooftop and sounded like a timpani.
I cried along in harmony.
Its been a while since I last cried, I mean really truly cried, from the heart and gut... probably not since Gabe returned from Iraq. These should be the happiest times of my life. I'm a grandmother for the second time. My children are healthy and happy. My son survived the war in Iraq. My Mama survived her own battle with cancer. My husband and I survived each other. I should be shouting for joy.
But instead I cried.
My quilt was as wet as the ground outside.
The tears solved nothing. I don't know when I will see either of my grandbabies. My son is still going back to Iraq this year. My Mama begins chemotherapy tomorrow. I have a few more cobwebs... you know where... and I still don't have a camera.
But I sure feel better. I feel like I can handle tomorrow and anything it has to throw at me.
More rain in the forecast. That's okay. The grass needs it, and so do I.