November 28, 2006 ~ Love Very Close
I completely forgot to include this photo in the pictures of Grove. He was five months old. It was the day before Mother's Day. We had gone to a picnic along the Davidson River with Morgan's mother and her extended family. We took the Parkway home, and as we were nearing our exit, I said, "It's beautiful, today. I'd really love to continue on up the Craggy Mountains. We should go to Craggy Gardens."
"But it's getting latish, and it might rain, and Grove will be getting cranky..." Morgan answered.
I sighed. "We never do anything impulsive any more... But you're probably right."
Nothing else was said. We passed through the woods. But when our exit came, he kept on driving. A grin flared across my face. "Oh Morgan, thank you!"
Miles later, we pulled into the trailhead for Craggy Gardens. We climbed under wind-stunted mountain laurels to the panoramic views of the Blue Ridge Mountains at the top. The day had been very warm, but up top the wind was blowing, a storm was coming, and Grove was growing cold. I held his tiny hands against me and pressed his head to my chest, singing softly to him. He calmed and cuddled close as the wind whipped around us. The clouds cast dramatic shadows on the mountains, and all around were stunning vistas.
Beauty all around and love very close. Morgan captured the moment wonderfully. Mother's Day itself ended up being spoiled by a lot of pain, but that afternoon in the fading light and the coming storm was special enough. That is a large part of motherhood to me--providing comfort and protection and sharing awe.