Lookout! A snake!
So much wonder exists in the making of pizza. Especially when you are three and enjoy throwing the ball of dough around!
And a past sport I was good at and LOVED. This season. When you’re young and in the middle of this you feel like it will last forever, can’t wait until the next best thing. Now, looking back, I could have lived in this season for longer. Much longer.
Coloring eggs, walks on our “secret path” in which we found a little Peter Cottontail, snuggles with the little bunny from an Easter last — I love the night before a holiday. Even amidst this global pandemic, we find joy in anticipation. The Easter Bunny is an essential worker. And we are grateful for that.
The wonder occurs when his eyes look into mine, and our pitches catch the same tone, and we sing with joy in our hearts, right before bedtime.
Our favorite is the moon song:
I see the moon
The moon sees me
The moons sees somebody I want to see
God bless the moon
And God bless me
And God bless the somebody I want to see
I’ve been sick. Literally, the night we brought our new girl home I had a slight fever. So I’ve noticed wonder slips out of my mind when I’m not feeling my best. I’m stressed, wanting my body to feel better. Bennett and I have had a cough for about a week and I think it’s just a viral thing that will go away soon.
I watched a movie today that invoked zero wonder in me: Joker. It was more angering than enlightening. (Maybe I’ll write a film review later.
But in the brief moment of a sick day, our new Shi Girl fell asleep on my chest like a newborn. Prepare your hearts for the most precious wonder ever from our new girl.
When I was little I loved the Super Bowl because it gave me 4 uninterrupted hours to play with my friends. We used our imaginations and ran castles and pirate ships and went on Safaris. Sometimes we’d drop downstairs for some chips and dip or apple juice. The adults would be watching the game. Then it would be back to playing.
Tonight we invited our next door neighbors over to watch the Super Bowl and the wonder, for me, came from the anticipation and joy and delight in my son’s eyes awaiting to play. He waited out front then once the kids got here he showed them a new hot wheels course. Later in the night they made a fort in his old crib.
The crib was the safe place and the rest of the room was “lava” and it was that moment I remembered all the “lava” of my youth and wondered: when did the lava stop? I’m going to work on imagining lava spilling around me, again. More fun that way.
What a weekend! It went by too fast. We now have a big boy three-year-old.
It’s been a hectic few days. Late last week a longtime family friend, Art, passed away. He fell in his home. It was sudden and unexpected. He was my parents’ next door neighbor. He leaves his wonderful wife, Eloise, behind. It is sad, but my mom says Eloise says he “didn’t suffer,” and is staying positive.
That has nothing to do with today’s wonder, but it’s been heavy on my mind and heart.
Today, I wanted to share a photo of a new Hot Wheels car I adore. It’s the first ever wheelchair Hot Wheels (as far as I know). I purchased one for Bennett. I look forward to him playing with Gavin, the next time we go back to California.
In the land of disability, small steps like this one feel big. Go out and sell out your local Wal-Mart, stat.