I love spring. I was born in the spring. Yeah for me! Like I had a choice… Nevertheless, my heart is happy that God made spring. I love the word happy. Happy is a different word than joyful or exuberant or ecstatic or thrilled or content or overjoyed. Happy is a simply beautiful word that a simple mind can understand as well as a complex mind.
The picture of Tyree’s hand makes me happy. Happy to see it being used to make something beautiful for me. Making life a little more enjoyable on this earth. Happy to see his hand dig in the soil of hard dirt, with worms and weeds and roots, to make room for stepping stones for my feet and for my children’s feet to walk upon.
Happy describes my heart when I get to focus my lens on such a man. Aged hands. Dirt on his thumb. Veins filled with life’s blood bringing oxygen to his hard working hands.
Life. Makes me happy. God created. God blessed. God preserved. Man made in His Image.
Life. Stepping Stones. Happy.
There is something else that makes me happy. Actually seeing my sons. Watching them grow.
Watching. Being there for them.
“Declan.” Said Mama. “What’s the name of your horse?” Declan thought for a minute as brothers and sisters added their suggestions. Mama interrupted them quickly and said, “Hush up! I want to know what Declan’s answer is without suggestions from y’all.” “Decky what’s the name of your horse?” Declan said quietly, “His names is Nums.”
I dug twelve holes yesterday, while Tyree finished the cedar trim on the outside of the porch, gathered rocks with Kathleen and Darien, made way for the stepping stones and then cleaned up the tools and put everything away.
Duncan watered the roses.
Kittee also watered the roses and spread cedar mulch.
Happy is what I’m feeling.
We did all of this in the blazing sunshine with 30 mph constant winds. Kathleen was ready for a tuna sandwich sitting on the back screened in porch. I guess she loves the wind too.