Clarksburg turned one hundred and fifty today. We joined in on the celebration with five cent strawberry ice cream cones, a pile of locally grown vegetables, 'heavenly raspberry' jam, a big pot of wild mint, free meat samples, Dahlia dancing on a chair, live band on a wagon playing all of the Wilno classics, and that heavy strong sunlight that cuts through any coolness in the air or shade. Beautiful day.
Earlier, the car ride down to Wonderland with my close kin. Cutting the hangovers with cold Maclays that are getting warmer by the minute. Blasting the Fugees, Janis Joplin, salsa music. Dancing in our seats and woo-who-ing every so often to let out the building excitement. The greenest scenery, the backroads, all singing 'no woman no cry' together. Getting the truck drivers to honk their horns for us. Trying to make a 'honk if you're horny' sign, but no takers (or maybe the writing was too small or too faint). Riding The Behemoth while tipsy. The flat tire and speedy spare change. Cookie-wich and funnel cake, and sleeping the whole way home. Such good company, such a good day.
Earlier still- cuddling with Callie on the couch, watching the Baby Sesame Street movie. Thinking about her tiny feet and about being able to watch her grow up and be able to be a part of her life. Hunter and his smile when he first realizes he's awake and it's a new day again. Wanting to remember moments years from now when moments will be different.
Now, steeping mint tea. Going to sing out loud, write some things down, and go to sleep deeply.
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