Curled up on a blanket in Washington Park on Sunday, I felt the grass between my bare toes, listened to the "BearFoot Hookers", and felt the gorgeous Spring Sun warm my face. Little boys in shorts and little girls in sun dresses played in the creek.
And I couldn't help but get a giggle from the fact that, a week earlier, those same children would have been toting cookie sheets in their precious little mitten covered hands!
I got to enjoy the snow with my favorite little boy in the whole wide world . . . Tucker Mullinax . . . nephew and look-a-like. We were adding a second floor to a Lincoln Log ranch when I looked outside and saw snowflakes the size of sand dollars.
One snowman and a bazillion snowballs launched later I saw the little tears well up in his eyes when he was told that it was time for bed. The next day, when I got to Honey's house to see him, he led me to the upstairs window that looks out over the neighborhood.
"You see that - you see all that snow" he asked me. "Yes" I told him "isn't it wonderful?" He looked back out the window . . . "it's melting" he said "and I'll never see it again."
I hesitated before uttering a reassuring "of course you will!" Words that I couldn't 100% back up. And I realized just how much I had to learn from the sweet little soul behind those big blue eyes.
In Tucker's world you're either a "good guy" or a "bad guy" and must declare yourself to be one or the other from the very beginning. When the fish sticks are cold and mushy you struggle a little with the blessing . . . "dear God, thank you for (pause) for (pause) for (pause) um - my family (?) and (pause) the Earth." And you enjoy the snow while it's here because you don't really know if you'll ever see it again.
Seeing things through his eyes made all of it just a little bit sweeter. Dinner at El Sombrero with the girls was all the more spicy. A nice long telephone conversation was the kind you can't ever have too many of. And talk about Sweet! Three little words . . . Priscilla Esser's house.
Ya had me at vintage glassware! The Firefly and Karaoke were merely the icing on that particular cupcake. And the sprinkles? You ask. Well they were of the Ed, Michael, Margaret, Floyd, Sterling, Jack, Ned & Priscilla variety. And I'll tellya one thing . . . Bobby McGee and I ate 'em right up. The one hit wonder strikes again!
From snowflakes to flip-flops, one thing never changes . . . you just don't ever know, for sure, how many songs are left on your set list. So you should never take time - or people who love you - for granted.
aS
(Ooh girl, it is SO) Hot This Week . . .
We are. OF COURSE! As celebrity chefs at "Peaches, Pecans & Pralines":
Thursday, March 12, 6:00 - 8:00
American Red Cross
195 Holt Avenue, Macon
Tickets $20
American Red Cross
195 Holt Avenue, Macon
Tickets $20
Benefits:
The Center for Racial Understanding
The Mentors Project
The Tubman Museum
Volunteer Macon
The Center for Racial Understanding
The Mentors Project
The Tubman Museum
Volunteer Macon
George Petit, March 14
Happy Birthday Girl - My Aunt Tonya!
Security Bank's Food For Familes.
Save The Date . . .
Pretty In Pink, March 20
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