the happy couple drove off into the sunset. and i’m left with the remnants of the weekend. leftover sausage. a little boy who asks me every morning if he can go back to uncle justin’s party. a little boy who also learned to climb out of his crib, remove his own diaper, and run away from home all in the same bleak afternoon. and two little kids who both came down with colds.
but it was worth it to see those two young bugs absolutely beaming at everything and everyone. i love to watch these beginnings circle around each other.
it makes me wish for more freshness in my own life. for more of a thrill at seeing my husband walk through the door. for more time to marvel at a ladybug navigating the folds of a marigold bud. for more joy at being all wrapped in this family that is more and better than i would have imagined for myself. (and i have a good imagination. why, just last night i dreamed that i was trying to travel through afghanistan without a passport.)
how do you keep life fresh?
“how do i keep life fresh” with a baby?…
anti-depressants.
: )
Um, well, the slugs did it for me last night.
My kids are the ones who freshen things up nicely for me. Especially Ev, who went around leaving fresh edamame casings all over the floor tonight. I have fresh piles of laundry that need to be folded, on the bed I need to sleep in. I have freshly rinsed dishes in the dishwasher that need to be run. I have fresh puppy fur on my carpet and a freshly picked scab with a bandaid on it. It can’t get much fresher, my friend.
Although on the long ride back from MI, I looked at John with fresh eyes and got kind of melty. I realized again that he’s my solid friend.