This morning, as I moved through the tally of my routine — preparing beverages, fixing breakfast, starching the honey’s striped Oxford, I reminisced of days long gone by. I am not surprised, as I keep catching myself reflecting with the back-to-school pictures amassed online and yellow buses driving past. Moving does it to a person too. When you rummage through all the your possessions, papers, cards, books, and forget-me-knots, a flood of memories seem to ensue.
I freshened up a pair of khaki-colored pants with the hot iron as part of the day’s ensemble, and fell into a montage:
My parent’s bedroom where the ironing board took its post and the steaming iron commenced each day. Steadily dressing for the act of life after oatmeal, pancakes, or yogurt, the wafting coffee in the air. The scene made real a 3-D projection falling all around me.
I was there and here all at once.
A smile formed upon my face in gratitude for this pair of pants which lay before me. This pair of pants brought joy. The act of ironing made me proud. I fully loved standing in my own two feet as I stood in the moment I stood in — there in the now I was happiness, having remembered where I came from, made me in part, who I am today.
This pair of pants reminded me anything is possible with conscientiousness and appreciation.
This pair of pants walked with Mr. Yorkie and I on our daybreak jaunt, leading me into a mantra rehearsed throughout my childhood, “This is the Day the Lord has made, let us Rejoice and be glad in it.” My energy bounced gladly up and down Kennedy Street in the quaintness of Alexandria.
This pair of pants showed its face on a fresh stack of lumber as it lie ready for an old home reno, spelling out: All things renew.
This pair of pants sketched itself in subtle shades of rose as they bloomed in a sidewalk overhang, boasting the scent Freshness.
This pair of pants, among the roses and lumber and simple stroll, existed along the ironing board and steam of scholastic, caffeine-filled mornings when it spilled itself upon my lap today. I rejoiced in every minute of the mess.