"I got it Mommy, I got it!!"
A small hand opens to show me the treasure she was after. A perfect, plump, blueberry. The first of the season.
"Eat it!" I say.
She doesn't hesitate. Juice dribbles down her chin. A smile erupts across her face.
"It so good!" She squeals.
"They have always been your favorite." I tell her.
She turns and goes back to her work of picking the biggest and juiciest off the heavy laden bushes.
I wasn't sure I could do it. Function. Without her daddy. He is gone for a month in an epic and life changing journey.
Little did I know that his journey would become my own. I am learning how strong I can be. I am learning to slow down. Breath. Be present. I am learning just how much I love my husband and how deeply I miss him when he is not beside me.
I stretch out as the humid air weighs heavily on my sweat dampened skin. The cool earth cradles me. My daughter glances over.
"Look how many I picked!! So many, Momma!!"
I smile. She is amazing. Of course I can do this. I have her. I have us. He may not be right next to me but the intense connection we share is more than emotional. Our love hasmanifested in this incredible little person.
They are my people and with them I can do anything.
Later, before bed, I ask her what her favorite part if the day was. "I pick lots of blueberries! You like picking blueberries? That your favorite part, too?"
"Yes, I love picking blueberries. But my favorite part was spending it with you."
"Thank you mommy. You my favorite part, too."
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