Home again, home again jiggidy jig…
Thursday, 6:30 in the morning…I lay in our own bed, safely home from touring France… my over active brain bending this way and that…thinking of all I must accomplish…so much to still tuck away, find a home for, declutter…
A sigh from my number one Golden Boy…he lays across the bed, up against Ron's pillows…another sigh…this one more gentle. My eyes want to close, still feeling jet lagged from our trip…"But it's Thursday already!!!"…Golden Kobi raises his head for just a brief moment, sensing my anxiety…he looks directly into my eyes then plop, his head hits the pillows again and he's gone…Little Guy Oscar lays against my legs completely passed out…
Our morning four a.m. walks leave the boys ready for a gentle meditation/nap after Dad's exit to the office…
On these early morning adventures Ron is our fearless leader. Being the good little soldiers they are, Golden Kobi and Little Guy Oscar criss cross from one side of the sidewalk to the other, sniffing then peeing, peeing then sniffing, marking yet unfamiliar fresh territory…a new neighborhood to explore…I follow behind, packaging up the poo after the boys take their morning constitutionals.
Unable to walk fast, and mindful to pick up my feet, I swing my arms back and forth, back and forth…convincing myself I look as normal as the next guy…but I know my spine is stiff so I lengthen my stride, pull myself upright and swing my arms, exagerating the back n' forth, lifting them just a little too high. The poo bags, still warm, offer a non-too-pleasing scent from being thrown back and forth…at least walking behind my little family trio they won't be hit with the ode de toilet…I lower my arms regardless…just a little too much poo perfume wafting in the air…
After snffing a particularly juicy spot of lawn, the boys run towards me, I squat down in anticipation and as always they deliver…jumping up, licking my face, my arms, neck…excited to see me as if I had just arrived. I fall madly in love with them all over again. Easily being pulled off balance, I push the kids away…"OK Guys, that's enough"…Ron looks into my eyes, we exchange a love generated out of twenty-five years of marriage. I breath in the moment realizing that at any time all this could change. For now I stop feeling sorry for myself…who cares if my gate is a bit stiff and trembly…I get to carry the early morning walk's poo…it's an important job…somebody has to do it.