Through the looking glass...
Riding in my car, looking ahead, realizing that we are following the hearse that my beautiful infant son is in. It just seemed so wrong. I have always heard that burying a child is the hardest thing for a parent to do.
Looking out the windows of a fabulous boat on the Seine River seeing the magnificent Cathedral of Notre Dame in Paris as the narrator sang Ava Maria in English and French.
Looking out the airport window at my friends as they boarded a plane to celebrate their wonderful honeymoon in Italy.
Looking up at Pope John Paul II at his window as he blesses the crowd gathered in St. Peter's Square.
Looking down at myself as if I was in a dream during my marriage proposal.
Riding in a limo after my father's funeral looking out and seeing a house that I always have loved. Telling my brother, who is an architect, about the house. My brother offering to design a house for me someday.
Looking out the window of my front door and seeing my good friend, Amy, getting on a bus that is taking her to Montessori school.
Thank you to KT for pointing out this wonderful post from Jen called seven windows of my soul.