I was thrilled to spy two cardinals outside my bedroom window this morning. My feathered visitors were hopping from thin branch to thin branch munching on the little red berries still hanging on there.
I first saw the female and I imagined it as my mom watching over me, letting me know she was checking in on me. Just like a typical mother, this bird never stopped moving about the bush. She barely took time to feed herself. My mother has been gone nine long years, and still her spirit fills me with joy.
The male was splendid in his red coat. He stood tall and straight reminding of the two strong men missing in my life – my father and my husband. Dad never got to meet my husband, but I know he would have loved him also. It is very comforting to feel their love coming through the pane (pain) into my heart.