Beauty in the day: he talks to us. We often don’t understand what he’s saying, but he’s also pretty animated, so us educated folk are generally able to decipher his antics. Today he had a few words for the Librarian. He seemed interested in her vest, and she leaned down to let him in’vest’igate. He motioned to her zipper, which he then grasped, and pulled up to her chin. She thanked him with a smile, and he left, exhibiting pride in a job well-done.
Sometimes love is letting someone zip you up.
Beauty in the day: it’s the mom of the very young woman with a new (to her) pair of lungs. That mom has done some serious time in her life, and all her heartbeats have been for others.
Tammy Spading Wallace – you don’t need to donate your heart – it’s already been filling up so many people with love. ❤️
Beauty in the day: being reminded that everyone has a viewpoint – everyone has a perspective. Today I see many pictures of planes flying into towers; when I see this, I am only saddened by the insidiousness of such an act. I am reminded of the hurt and pain that so many people felt at their incomprehensible loss – nearly 1,200 of them muslims, who were innocent. I am saddened further to think that those people are now reliving the rejection brought on by fear, as they listen to Americans once again treat them as infidels. It should not be. It should never be.
If you are feeling fearful, there is only one thing that can rid you of it:
Beauty in the day: Jaffrey got it in her head the other day that I was coming to visit, and that it was imminent. “Mommie, Coco’s coming tomorrow!”
“Oh, no, sweetie, Coco’s not coming tomorrow. She will come sometime, but not tomorrow.”
“No, she’s coming tomorrow, Mommie!”
They did a little back-and-forth, and Bree put her to bed with a shrug.
The next day seemed quite normal, and the kids played as usual. When bedtime came, Jaffrey suddenly started crying bitterly. Thinking that she may have pinched herself, Bree investigated.
“What’s wrong, sweetie? Are you okay?” Jaffrey’s answered was punctuated with loud sobs.
Apparently she had been holding out all day for my arrival. Even though it’s painful to think I let her down, I can’t help but be warmed at the thought that she wanted it that much.
Beauty in the day: Little Bird brought these to me today – just because. That’s always a very good reason.
Beauty in the day: Sometimes the beauty comes after the day, and sometimes it comes second-hand. If you’re like me, second-hand beauty is just as good. On a day like today, second-hand beauty is like icing on the cake; especially when the cake is made out of rutabaga (I’ve never had rutabaga, but it at least doesn’t sound like something good to make a cake with). I like stories about little boys who write love notes – – this one had a twist that may wind up being far-reaching. He did, in fact, write a love note. He wrote a marriage proposal to a boy in his class – – and signed a fellow girl classmate’s name to said proposal, leaving it NOT on the boy’s desk, but on the girl’s desk. Let’s just say the kid likes to love dangerously. Because I know the girl rather well, I can tell you that this could follow him to his grave, and if he is not careful, if could be sooner, rather than later.
Beauty in the day: Erin called me via FaceTime so I could visit with the kiddles. They didn’t know she was going to do this, and Jaffrey’s elation at this MADE. MY. DAY. She kept gasping, and putting her hands on her cheeks – she was so amazed and excited to talk to CoCo. “I LOVE you, CoCo!!” she exclaimed over and over. Everett played the adorable shy boy, and covered his eyes to peek out. It was a perfect present for me. ❤