sometime - maybe even as i am typing this - in the next few hours tim will be standing at the top of Mt. Baker. (the mountain which stands just outside of bellingham). he and Andy will enjoy amazing views (it is again a cloud-less sky!) and feel a strong sense of accomplishment (for waking up at 3 am to ski/hike has got to be worth something). a part of me wishes i were there.
memories of Memorial weekends of the past fill my mind where tim and i were both in the mountains, usually surrounded by snow (for better or for worse). these times together outside were/are significant in our relationship and granted a kind of refreshment we can't experience anywhere else.
but i am not on the top of a mountain. i am sitting in my bedroom while clara jumps happily in the jolly jumper and sam is asleep at my mom's house (with a dear friend joyce and her boys). last night we had a little get away and now i am waiting for the college gals who have been staying at our house all week to wake up so i can serve them breakfast and say goodbye (they go home today).
these days of mothering are full of these types of moments. reflecting on what is and what isn't. there is a type of real sacrifice in it, even amidst the great joy. for part of me wishes i were with tim on the mountain - taking in the views - experiencing something spectacular together. and yet i recognize something spectacular is just a few feet away with a huge grin and making delightful sounds.
someday tim and i will again hike together on Memorial day weekend. today is just not that day. today i am at home and the sun is shining. and i have to end the post because someone is getting fussy. and i am full of thanks to spend the day with my girls. i get to be with the two little people who i love more than i thought possible. it is kind of like being on the top of a mountain.