I paused for a moment, thinking how I was going to answer. Sure, I landed in one of the most diverse and vibrant cosmopolitan cities – Frankfurt. I marveled at the greenest hilly vineyards emerging through morning mist. I crossed the scenic Rhine River while zooming on the Autobahn, faster than I’ve ever ridden in a car. Toured the most important European military base – Ramstein Air Force Base - to get my “on-off” post credentials. Pushed a shopping cart through a seemingly endless retail labyrinth also known as largest PX in Europe.
But none of these meant ANYTHING because of other sights and sensations that were so profound…
My son, waiting for me curbside with that proud, “We did it, Mama” look on his face.
The every-little-detail recap I wanted to hear about Nova’s arrival. Watching my son Perry hold her victoriously in the air, against the morning sunbeams streaming through the hospital room window, like the new Lion King on his Pride Rock. The slow, strained movements of a post-partum mother still in pain, but smiling whenever she spied the baby.
The happy homecoming to their charming, decorated-with-love first apartment together, now crowded with all things baby, ready to initiate. Beyond drowsy-eyed Maura adjusting to Nova’s constant feedings. Watching them both snoozing blissfully – baby nestled on her chest – in the pillow-puffed oversized recliner.
That’s what I will remember most. And the number of times I kissed every crevice of that child, and promising her all the fun we would have together.
May you see such joyous sights in your lifetime.
Nova Rae's Grandmom Scarlet