one of those days we will remember

It started late last night with a call from Emma. “She’s calling to wish you a Happy Mother’s Day,” John said as he handed me the phone. “But it’s only 11:57!” I joked. “Hi, honey,” I said. “Happy Mother’s Day!” she said. “How’s your new apartment?” I asked. We chatted for a moment, and then, suddenly, she appeared around the corner of the room. I dropped the phone and leapt up. She had driven the four hours from Raleigh to surprise me for Mother’s Day! I can’t remember ever being so surprised! Oh, my, yes, tears.

And then today, a quiet day of naps and rain, and then Tess decided she needed to learn to ride her bike. The back story: She tried years ago, and instantly fell. And that, my friends, was the end of her bike-riding career. For years she wouldn’t touch a bike. Just as it took her two years to go back to a movie theater after losing a stuffed animal at a movie one day. No bike for her, until today. And now she is a bike rider, suddenly. Only she can determine that timing. I can only imagine the feeling of freedom and sheer joy she is feeling.

Both girls making my heart soar as they fly, fly!