Glorious Glories

Our Grandpa Otts morning glories have begun their summer dance upon our picket fence. Remember back in May when I spoke lovingly of  their care-free ways? There is something so utterly wild and romantic about a tumble of purple glories climbing and cascading over an old fence. For me, these deep violet blossoms will forever hold a memory of a tiny little boy who came into the world when they were in full bloom. I was pregnant with my son when I planted my first morning glory seeds along the fence of our matchbox sized yard in California. Our very first family photo ever taken was beneath the morning glories (it was a tall fence!) The first few days of motherhood are so intoxicating, terrifying, and awesome... I remember looking at the blossoms, so huge next to his fragile little body, and thinking that the entire universe had just shifted.

Every once in a while, when I see my tall son run by this overgrown glorious fence, I remember that young mother who looked at the world anew. If only I could send her a love note back in time... I'd tell her to hold him tight while she could, because children reach, stretch and grow faster than even the wildest of vines.