Q U I E T Sunday

Fiona, upstairs with tiny boxes of cereal, watching a movie.

All cuddled up, warm with hugs and kisses.

Even at 13, she loves, laughs and clings.

Rainy mist at 8am.

Walk up and down the hill with blow horn for bears.

Now with NPR and hot coffee, bible and kale smoothie.

I sit.

Pleasantly calm.

Yes, there is a part of me that wants to be at West Point with my son on this Camp Buckner graduation morning.

Jealous of Athena there instead.

Needing some help in my heart, Lord, with the feeling of being replaced.