I have a number of different yoga DVDs, and today's was
Tom had gone down to get Hazel Nina this morning, and when she arrived I was just beginning the seated part (in my jammies). He put her in the Joovy and she came into the living room and was riveted. She never moved for the whole 20 minutes.
When I finished, Tom took her out. I went into the study to do cobra pose, and look who followed, and crawled up to do it with me!
Over thirty years ago, her mother and her uncle used to do the very same thing. Makes me so happy!
Over fifteen years ago, a friend had breast cancer, and these were the words in my heart as she went through her surgery. Everything was indeed alright, and there’s never been a hint of the disease since.
Then last fall when Margaret was in the hospital for those five weeks, the hardest and scariest of my whole life, she saw these three little birds outside her window
and I saw this number plate in the hospital parking lot
We all took it as a sign that Margaret and her unborn baby girl would be fine. And they were.
The past few days, I have been aching with fear because one of the friends I love best in the world is in critical condition, in an induced coma, and on life support. This morning, Three Little Birds came on the radio, and I am praying it is yet again a good, good sign that all will be alright with him.
I couldn't find a good video of Bob singing this, so I thought his son's version would be the next best thing.