Mary put up reminders to return us to the present when we strayed from the moment.
With a fuzzy-Monday-morning-aching-bruised head I couldn’t decide which darn coffee mug to use. I started reading the notes and considering the images she left inside and outside our kitchen cabinet doors.
An empty bench looking out over wildflowers at Winterthur. I wonder how much she knew in her soul about our future.
A prayer to notice the beauty of God’s Creation from an Aldersgate United Methodist Church service paired with an image of Amy Steven’s exhibition at Delaware Contemporary.
Mary was my dynamo and I was hers. We each found new events and places and piled our calendar high with possibility.
Time is precious, but chaotic. With a little planning and teamwork, we brought just enough order to uncover much of the beauty in life.
A thank you card from Delaware Art Museum. #Gratitude starts each day for me and I remain grateful for all of the gifts that Mary shared with me.
Change. Forgiveness. Humility. This prayer is most important to me today.
Schoonover at Biggs Museum, Wyeth at Brandywine River Museum, Jersey cows from our honeymoon, and a reminder that THIS IS IT. In this new phase of life I am proud of how we lived our life together. Some is still here as legacy and some is gone.
I put up the last note. I don’t know who scripted it or why, but this will always be Mary’s kitchen. Notes will be added or changed and I’ll never take the care she did in preparing a big Saturday breakfast, but her spirit will always fill this space.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason