I’m picturing her on this day, relaxing in her flannel pajamas, my dad probably fixing her her morning coffee, delivering it to her bedside. She’s an angel in my life in many ways. She’s taught me about love and compassion and is always encouraging me.
I suspect that she was up late last night, keeping her tea hot, while also flipping through the pages of a good book. She loves to read and, in fact, is reading this right now. Hi mom, I love you. Happy Mother’s Day.
I left Pensacola yesterday after waking up on the church lawn, then hanging out at a coffee shop for a few hours where I made a few friends. Then I made a pass through the downtown farmers and artist market before pedaling over the bridge toward Destin.
The stretch of highway that I was coasting along is Florida’s most beautiful, Emerald Coastline. The only time I’ve ever seen beaches like this has been in photographs and now Jo and I are here wading in the cool waves, crunching our toes and paws in the sugar sand.
The temperature was predicted to reach 87 and it did. That’s why I was guzzling water. Jo was drinking like a camel too and was hangin his head out of his wagon trying to catch the breeze on his tongue.
I swung in to the Boardwalk Shop and grabbed a few drinks, a Gatorade and a water for Jo. Michael took interest in our journey and snapped a picture of us before we rolled out.
I had no idea where I was going to sleep in Destin last night. The campgrounds are full and really can’t afford the hotel rooms, if there were any, especially on a Saturday night. I decided to stroll the boardwalk and take in the sites.
I met Jack and Cindy instantly, a curious couple who was out having fun by the beach and wanted to know about our journey, the long bike ride and Operation Elf Box.
I sat with them for a few minutes, conversing, and then joined them at the Harborside. A band was set up on the patio, Cindy was set up on the table, dancing.
Jack was quick and kind to offer Jo and I a place to stay at his home in the town of Niceville. How nice of him. But Jo would have to sleep outside and I don’t think Jo would like that. Since Cindy has a home there too, and is as nice as Jack, she offered up her place to us as well. She also opened up her wallet, handing me twenty one dollars, supporting my mission.
It was extremely kind and trusting of them to offer and host us. Being able to take a shower, cycle my clothes through the wash, sip a cup of tea and sleep where there was no chance of sprinklers hosing me down. It was a real luxury.
She made Andy. He’s 18. And she made us both her power-packed spirulina, chiaseed pancakes for breakfast and set a coffee down beside me. She was like a mother angel.
And how could I possibly thank her enough? All I could do was say “thank you” and give her a hug as we stood at the end of their driveway. I felt gratefulness in my heart for the gift, the kindness, for the hospitality. She welcomed me in like a son on Mother’s Day.