Blog Title: Wind Chimes and Watered Roots (Evening Reflection)

Blog Title: Wind Chimes and Watered Roots (Evening Reflection)

After the pool, the pace of the day slowed in the best way.

We came home, cleaned out the car a bit, and settled into something simple—family time. Bella got in a nap, which she needed. Barbi and I sat outside in the garage, sharing space, snacks, and soft conversation. The breeze picked up, and the wind chimes started singing.

They weren’t just any chimes. They were my mom’s. The same ones that used to dance in the wind when we’d visit her. Hearing them tonight felt like a whisper from heaven—familiar, comforting, and deeply present. I miss her more than words can say, but tonight it felt like she was sitting right there with us.

Bella watered the plants. Some looked rough. “They’re not dead,” she said. “They just needed water.” That stayed with me.

Isn’t that the truth for so many of us? We’re not gone—we’re just dry. We just need water. Attention. Grace. Time.

Randy called. We had a good talk. I heard from my dad too—encouraging as always. Other friends reached out throughout the day. It was one of those evenings where the love was quiet but strong. Steady. Unshakable.

Barbi’s heart has been especially kind to me today. Bella’s too. Through it all—the movement, the stillness, the laughter, the memories—I realized again that I’m surrounded by love.

We ended the day with wind chimes and gratitude. And for that, I’m deeply thankful.