For, it turns out, those infants you lost so much sleep over . . .the toddlers you chased about . . . the tweens you drove from pillar to post. . . those very teenagers you blogged about just to save your sanity. . . One day you turn around and find that they indeed grow up and become beautiful, determined, and successful young women.
Drip Dry and I took a trip to visit our three daughters who happened to be together this weekend. Veggie, a first-year medical student; Trigger, in her first year of a master's program in school psychology; and Ponzi, a very-recent college graduate - the completion of her undergraduate degree hideously delayed by the onset of various autoimmune diseases.
I just love seeing them together. United. Supportive. .Optimistic. Confident. Those girls have overcome so many obstacles life has placed in their way. I don't believe that there is another feeling that can compare to it.
Except my love of the bathroom at my hotel.
Now I know that I am supposed to be practicing Zen detachment techniques. But how can any living, breathing human being remain detached about a hotel bathroom as beautifully Zen as this? The simple square sink? The gorgeously shower with special side jets? Those washcloths fashioned into a lotus design?
I believe I was in love. So attached/detached to that hotel room that I'm scheming ways to go back.
In love with my family. And in love with my bathroom.