God's Garden?
Mookie's first birthday bash is further evidence that the universe is a glowy and remarkable lump. Consider me enchanted.
My social schedule now revolves around the birthdays of children too young to even realize it’s their birthday.
That’s not to mean they aren’t spectacular events.
Here, let me show you…
My granddaughter Mookie celebrated one lap around the sun the other day, with a flurry of her young friends, in a Santa Monica park four blocks from the beach.
It was hilly. It was sappy. Nice spread — BLT sandwiches and tunafish. Lots of humus. Cupcakes galore.
The thing I always notice about Mookie is the way she reflects the light. Sunlight. Candlelight. Starlight.
No matter what, her eyes are a field of shimmering blueberries, as if a little moist from a mid-summer rain.
As with all grandkids — yours, mine — I love her so much I might just explode.
“Perpetual benediction,” is what Wordsworth called it.
In short: Let children and grandchildren be our every prayer.
Or not. Totally up to you.
