A Blueberry Bumblebee flew through my door on a breeze of delight, flying fast on strong borrowed wings. And time froze as life, pure and right, exploded in the place that busyness cannot comprehend.
The slip of paper, all full of to-do’s, falls to the floor, and nothing else matters except to follow quick and light and keep up with your happy buzz.
You flitter about in your jerk-weaving way, playing with sunbeams all dazzling and bright. Your eyes smile that smile that goes straight to my heart, then you fold your wings and knees tight to your chest and giggle so hard you can barely breathe.
And Life ruffles the air!
Your fat little thighs bulge from the hem of a blue-striped suit and boast of promise, of someday and soaring so high. And I see with new eyes as I play with you here and feel a fresh heart beating inside.
Each zig-zagging, wobbly move that you make brings a flood of encouragement and coaxing and praise, with no need to get anything right except the pure savoring of the moment.
Not like before, when the demands of tending, and harvesting and storing stole away from sweet times to chase after bees in carefree play.
This patience is born of time flown by, and do-overs desired; from knowing how fast those blueberries fade and how bumblebees fly away when you’re busy trying to gather fruit amidst all the hum and the buzz… and…
Because little striped suits get packed away in dusty boxes, shuffled from place to place, until one day cast aside from decades of disuse. And life feels all stagnant and serious and dull.
Then here you come, on a smile-driven wind, to zip in and flit out in the blink of an eye. Only this time I follow and fly fast and high to that place …
…where watching you sleep is a soothing reprieve, a reminder that serenity can be found in the midst of an angry and vicious world, and that innocence is always worth fighting for;
… where no other accomplishment compares to the weightiest satisfaction of holding you now, lost in a second-chance moment;
… and I wish time would STOP right here at the threshold of my happy heart and not steal one more second of this perfect joy.
So, when life brings a Blueberry Bumblebee, I’ve learned to pause long and let some things wait, and to hold tenderly tight because years can just vanish in a day.
Then as the love and the ache all boil up inside and fall hot on your soft sleepy head, I snuggle you close just a few minutes more, and then open my heart so you can fly on… and on… and…
I smile as I watch you fast slip away to places where I cannot go, happy and thankful you stopped by to play,
My beautiful, Blueberry Bumblebee.
Because sometimes life brings an unexpected chance to love and to laugh and to smile… again.