Firsts

This week is an auspicious week in every way.

May I first introduce Logan James, my third grandson, born to my favorite son-in-law and my daughter Jessica , for whom I would face the fiercest dragon, walk a mile on hot coals, even pass up a free meal at my beloved Mr. Sushi.

Logan was born barely hours after I returned from an exhausting exciting weekend trip to Provincetown with two of my writer-friends. It was a trip that had been planned for months, we three traveling from different states, and I had been nervous about canceling at the last moment. The universe saw fit to make it all work. I had been home again only hours when I heard my daughter say the contractions were serious, and moments later I knew a healthy baby had been born to a healthy Mother. Another person I will commit to, easily, and love for all of my life.

My trip to Ptown included a six hour drive when it should have only been four. Cape Cod August traffic is painful. But that didn't deter us. We pulled on the main road in favor of back roads and in the doing I found myself taking my friends to a place visited long ago. We walked through a shady grove until we came to a rope bridge. My friend Melissa had brought Chester Miller with her and throughout the weekend he would be photographed in all kinds of places and spaces.

The bridge required that we cross one at a time, holding tightly to its side ropes as it swung up and down and side to side with every step.

At the end we found ourselves in an open field, quietly watching the herons and cormorants and one agile hawk, who did not mind us intruding as long as we respectfully understood we were visitors.

That night we watched the moon paint silver lines on the ocean waves at Herring Cove just before midnight. Actually, only Lora and I walked along the sand: Melissa elected to stay back and shower. But as soon as we arrived we decided this was something she should not miss so we drove back and kidnapped her, in her pajamas. We then woke ourselves up at 5 am and headed out to watch the sun rise at Race Point.




I am exhausted. In less than a week, I have been in the splendid company of the most creative friends (and JB), I have along with JB cared for two special little boys, I have kissed the softest baby skin and toes, I have watched my daughter and son-in-law deliver and cherish their third son, I have seen the moon glow and the sun rise, I have written along side two esteemed writers. I have laughed until it hurt, I have driven in pelting rain.

And for the first time in my entire life I have slipped on a banana peel. I'll be damned, they really are slippery! I'm glad for the experience.

Love

kj