When I grow up, I want to be like my friend Paula Kenyon-Vogt. A nearly tireless woman, Paula does more before noon than I do in a week, with grace, style, and serenity. Long-time married woman, Nona to two little boys, mother of two women, Whole Foods guru and home-health nurse, Paula nonetheless wears humility easy and soft.
I still can’t make it through a day without some Paula K-V love, so last night I stopped at the K-V residence. I ate rice and raspberries on their couch while their grandson Chaska snuggled with Sheldon and watched an educational puppet show. I tried to leave after rice but Chaska said, No, Auntie Corinne, don’t go! so I stayed for raspberries. Chaska nibbled his dinner and shared a soft pretzel with me. I told him that I would trade raspberries for a piece of pretzel. He considered, tore off a portion about an inch long, and said, I’ll take two raspberries for this. I offered three. He graciously accepted.
Even with crazy days and ways that plague me, failures that haunt me, lamented losses that I feel I could have prevented, my life somehow can never be considered wholly worthless. As long as the Kenyon-Vogt household still welcomes me, I know that I will never be completely alone.