A week ago yesterday, as I traveled along the Columbia River Gorge on my way home from an unexpected trip to the city, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of an area that I often take for granted. Five days earlier, the trip down had been less than inspiring since I was battling torrential rains, as only a mother can, to get to my children.
Although they are perfectly capable of handling just about everything, Jennifer's diagnosis of H1N1 and Pneumonia was more than I could stay away from; that old mother lion instinct does not diminish over time. Sarah and Danielle had everything under control, but, well...you know...I could at least cook for them, or clean something, or get in their way. As it was, while Danielle was at work I contented myself with making sure medicine was taken, finishing laundry, carrying water glasses up and down the stairs, and hovering in the doorway, as I'd often done with all the kids when they were little, making sure Jen was breathing.
Anyhoo, the little pickup Danielle is using had some issue and wanted to come home with me for a checkup so I traded vehicles and drove home at a careful 58 mph. Bearing in mind that the freeway speed limit is 65 mph, that's one slo-o-o-ow trip home. I had many hours, especially through construction zones, to admire Oregon scenery. This particular section, where some of the worst weather often rares an ugly head as it had on my way down, is breathtaking in the fall when the river along one side of the road and the mountains on either side provide smoky blue backdrops to the vivid colors of the deciduous forest that creates a stunning corridor. On this day, low clouds added a mystical quality to the whole scene.
Tonka Tym and I made it home safely, and left three coughing, but resilient girls behind. Between Danielle's massive decontamination efforts before I got there, and all our efforts to maintain sterile conditions, I did not bring the flu back to Don and Mom. It certainly is nothing to mess with; even the cough of the lessor version caused Sarah to pull a muscle in her back, Jeremy to crack a rib, and Danielle to have an elderly lady run away from her in the store.
The pictures I took on this trip remind me of the daily beauty inherent in life that I often stumble past in a fog of routine, to-do lists, and distraction. The combination of power and delicacy in texture, color, and design represent the power and delicacy of the relationships for which I am eternally grateful to have in my life. Gratefulness is not just for Thanksgiving Day. Take care of yourselves.
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