Envy

I have dove envy.

The mourning doves have returned, again. I so enjoy these quiet calls during my day. I need them more than I think I know.

A few days ago, while delivering Girl Scout cookies through the neighborhood with my girls, I heard the coo of a dove. It was so near the porch we were standing on. So vivid, crisp and loud.

I turned to my left, to see the dove perched in a tree not 10 feet away. She looked at me as if to say, "What can I do? Clearly they need me more than you."

How can that be? Can someone truly need to call of the dove more than me?

I have to trust.