Since Friday, my range of movement has been limited to a few hundred square feet of space, and it’s wonderful that the things that make me truly happy can all be found within that small area. If, for some reason, I ever had to remain here in our little home on the ri’vah for the rest of my earthly life, I would be perfectly content, because everything I need is right here. Would I miss my island? Of course I would. But, I’ve been blessed to have realized my dream of living there. The island will always be my heart’s home, but south Georgia is where my roots are, and my roots will always lead me back here.
Happiness this week has been . . .
. . . my sweet husband
. . . Maddie and Bear
. . . children and family and friends who come to see me and call and email and send messages on Facebook, which would have been gracious plenty. But on top of that, they bring dinner, and dessert, and goodies, and snacks, and cards . . . and “chick” baskets.
. . . a gown and robe which arrived the day before I went into the hospital. A good friend mailed them to me because she was afraid all I had to wear was flannel pj’s, and that just “wouldn’t do” for hospital-wear. And, of course, they were in my favorite colors – yellow and blue.
. . . red geraniums from my best friend in the whole world, Helen, and her sweet husband Paul. They were on my nightstand in the hospital when I was rolled into my room after surgery. Helen knows that to me red geraniums mean Mackinac Island.
. . . a beautiful Cymbidium Orchid plant from my husband that was sitting on the stove in the sunroom when I got home.
. . . good movies to watch
. . . wildlife in the backyard
. . . and, of course, the ri’vah.
Thank you Lord. I am so blessed.