Getting Gotten

It feels good to be gotten.

I experienced this last week when both grown-up girls gave me thoughtful gifts they had picked up on their adventures.

The first I found with a note left on the dining room table upon waking from a nap. Wedding recovery week/first week home with the kids for summer was a blur, and in the midst of this, daughter number two had stopped by. She didn’t wake me from slumber, but Jemima Puddle Duck was waiting for me when I awoke, picked up on one of her travels.

Jemima

I added Jemima to my shelf of little things that go together randomly, because she belonged. My girl knew it would be meaningful. She gets me in all of my random quirkiness.

A few days later, my newlywed was home from her honeymoon trip. She brought an early birthday gift in the form of a small table to use outside in a corner of the yard. She knew I had been digging and planting back there, and that it was a nice place to get away and sit a bit.

I also like it in the corner of the kitchen where it resides currently. It’s a great place to rest a coffee mug or wine glass, depending on the time of day.

tiny table

I love my big girls. I love that they get me, or at least try to, and that in the midst of the getting, they give me much grace.

That is something for me to embrace.

Thanks, Girls. YOU are a gift. Love you much.

 

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Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.