It was one of those days. The kind where my son would not stop fussing whether he was held, bounced, fed, talked to, sung to, played with — then the doorbell rang, I’d forgotten the repair man was coming and I was only half dressed with a wet mop of hair sticking to my forehead. My prized cup of morning coffee got sloshed on the ground. When my unhappy boy and I finally hurdled past getting ready, the cold and mustering up the general energy to get out in the first place, the shop I needed to go to was closed, the bakery was out of our usual whole wheat loaf and the lady at the checkout hurled a wad of spit at my son. Accidentally, of course. But it’s not as if I wasn’t already worried about flu season and my preemie. A few minutes later, a lady saw me hurrying away to our car, son wrapped in my arms and a second cup of coffee dripping all over my stroller and she smiled at me.
“He’s adorable!,” she exclaimed. Then she added in a sentimental sort of way: “It goes by so fast.”
I wanted to say so many things in that moment, about my day — my thinning patience — but I just took it in. It goes by so incredibly fast. These moments feel intense and long, but the years fly on by.
Recently, my 91-year-old Grandmother made her way to our house for a visit. She is a beautiful soul, the one person I have never heard complain and a vibrantly happy person. “You are such a content person, Grandmommy,” I said. “How do you make do it?”
“Well, Bethany, I have so much to be grateful for.” Her list was on the tip of her tongue – a long and detailed list, so easy for her to recount. What was easy for me to recount in that moment was my list of woes. So there it is, from the wisdom of more than 90 years — gratefulness leads to moment by moment, sustained contentment. “Just be grateful you have a baby to scream.” She said it gently. She is so right.
When I got home from my errands, that same cup of coffee somehow had the gymnastic talent to pour the remainder of its contents on the fuzzy inside of my favorite slippers. I looked at my husband and laughed. Gratefulness sustains.
May some gratefulness tide you over, as we wait for the end to this year’s seemingly eternal winter. To keep you warm until then, let’s toast glasses of wine to spring — wine made right own the road to be exact. One of my favorite topics this month is the front-page piece about nearby Sugarloaf Mountain Winery, under new ownership after years of being owned by a family since the 60s. Well-traveled, 24-year-old Emily Yang purchased the winery and plans to double the tasting room space this fall, using the barn on the property. She is keeping members of the previous staff on for three years to ensure the quality of wine continues to charm customers.
“It’s a beautiful setting and the perfect ending to a day of hiking,” said Charlie Seymour, owner of Urbana’s Orion Wine & Spirits. “The winery shares a similar climate and latitude to many of Europe’s historic wine-growing regions, 39ºN, as are Portugal, Spain, Southern Italy and Greece.”
Sugarloaf Mountain Winery is less than 10 miles from Urbana — and take Thurston Road when you go, it’s a gorgeous drive.
Also noteable this month are the peace awards given at Friends Meeting School. These come on the heels of the shooting at Frederick High School, celebrating four students who play a role promoting peace in our community.
“We thought — particularly here we are at a time when there is concern about violence — there are many students who try to be peacemakers. By naming outstanding ones [we] reward them for what they are doing. …This is the kind of thing we want to recognize students for,” said Annette Breiling, founder of Friends Meeting School to Gina Gallucci-White.
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