Sunday, August 8, 2010

Pointing out the clouds...

I've found myself pointing out the clouds to the Bubs a lot lately. From the white, puffy cottonball kind to the dark and rain-filled...they've all been pointed out and discussed.

My mom used to, at random moments, point out the clouds to us. She'd ooh and ahh over the purple and orange stained ones in a stunning sunset or laugh at the kind that were so big and fluffy we couldn't help but look for silly shapes in them.

I remember thinking, on more than one occasion, "Momma, you're so silly."

Honey, I now know that Momma was anything but silly. Whenever she pointed out those cloud-strewn skies, we'd all lift our heads from our indiviual pursuits (some worries, too) and take in something wonderous together. Precious moments, those.

That's why I point out the clouds...even if the Bubs thinks I'm a little silly.

1 comment:

Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings said...

Oh, Anna, I miss your momma so much it hurts. I can't imagine your grief if mine is so great. When I read this I sense her around me and I want to cry. It's as if I still can't believe it's real and that she's gone. When I read it, my insides screamed: "No! That didn't really happen!" Beautifully written.