Aunt Blondy called today. She always calls when I'm thinking about calling her. I love that.
Blondy: The person who said you can't eat the view was wrong.
Me: Really? Is it pretty out your window?
Blondy: It's incredible. I can't even see the house across the street. [because of the snow] I could sit here looking at my Christmas tree and nativity and the snow outside all day! [Which is a good thing because that's all there is for her to do.]
Me: Oh, I'm so glad you called. I was just thinking about you. Do you have enough groceries?
Blondy: Yes, I have a dozen eggs and some potatoes. It will last me for days. I just love this snow. Who even needs to get dressed?
Me: Yes, who needs clothes on a day like this?
Blondy: I have clothes on!
Me: Oh, too bad! [We laugh together.]
Blondy: Oh ... the boots? Have you been wearing the boots? [The boots Brett bought me last winter ... totally stylin'!]
Me: Yes! I've been wearing them! [She'd been asking for a couple weeks.]
She goes on to ask about the Christmas party we had. What the kids are doing. If Kaisha went to work. And a dozen other things. She lives vicariously through our busy lives. I, on the other hand, soak up her contentment at age 94; the way she sees the snow and the lights and the nativity so fresh and new. She makes my crazy, busy life pause for just a minute to make sure I'm actually living in the midst of it-enjoying it, embracing it, appreciating it. My life won't always be filled with piles of shoes in the back entryway. She helps me to see that ... but not by giving me the "they grow up so fast" lecture. But just by loving life ... both her's and mine.