my husband is 33 years old today

he is 30 years older than our little boy
August went by too quickly - losing my baby - living through that - the whole time my little baby is growing and growing before my eyes

i planted a bush this weekend
i want to do it again
i weeded the garden this weekend too
i like doing that except for the ants and mosquitoes

but i dressed to do battle with these forces of nature
i pulled on a pair of full length pants - bright red
i put on my father's button up shirt
buttoned it up all the way to the neck
buttoned the long sleeves tightly around my wrists
it's a blue shirt - royal blue - dark and solid
it's soft too from the many years of wear
my father left it here for me on his last visit
i pulled on long socks and my old tennies
wrapped a pink and green cotton scarf around my head
and lastly
donned my old straw hat on top

so i was ready
adolfo was napping
the day was bright and hot
one o'clock in the afternoon is not a good time to be outside in this heat

pulling the weeds
chucking the waste
squeezing fat grubs between my fingers
my thoughts turning to everything i have to be thankful for
sweat running in rivers down my back
i am thankful for that too
my little boy sprawled out on our bed with the fans breeze on his cheek
thanks
my husband's sweet smile and strong embrace
thanks
it's friday and i am outside under the sun burying my fingers in the warm earth