Two more of our friends are on a road trip. The husband of the "High Plains Drifters" pair sent several photos from their journey, while catching up on emails at a cafe in Minneapolis. [Mrs. High Plains Drifter was busy shopping with friends. Though I love sipping espresso and catching up on the 'Net, I'm 100% certain I'd be out there, shopping, too. LOL] I will have more on their trip, with maps, and more pictures later this week. But today, in honor of Mother's Day, I wanted to share their photo of a rainbow, snapped a few days ago.
It reminds me of many of the rainbows I'd seen while growing up. When I was a youngster, the whole family would pile into the camper and take a long road trip every few years, usually to visit Mom's family in Minnesota. In the off years, we'd go on several shorter fishing trips into the mountains or the high desert areas of Eastern Washington. Many times while crossing the Cascades, after an intense burst of rain, we'd see a brilliant rainbow pop up against the forest. We all would marvel at the rainbow and continue on our journey until the rainbow faded or we passed out of the sight of it. Mom loved rainbows.
She passed away suddenly about five years ago and I've never "gotten over it." I miss her terribly, and still find it difficult to put my loss into perspective. I was blessed to have such a sweet, compassionate person in my life. She was always there for me with patience and wisdom -- and was probably the most influential person in my life.
This little gem illustrates her approach to raising children, and I think being a Mom in general:
"The work will wait while you show the child the rainbow, but the rainbow won't wait while you do the work."I'm taking a break today from my work to enjoy the rainbow and remember those happy times of old, when life was carefree and easy, and the future stretched out in a colorful band like a rainbow and held promise and possibility in every shining color.
With a lifetime of remembrance and love, this rainbow is for you Mom.
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