Lovely little things, 3


Another round up of the lovely little things that made my week.

boy in snow

Shall we dance
Now he asks. In his own silent way. Still no words from this one but we’ve fallen into this sweet understanding. Clocked enough hours together that we don’t so much need words. He asks me to pick him up with that very specific look on his face. Then he reaches out with his right hand and takes my left.

And then, we dance.

We swing and we sway and we spin. And I know he loves the spinning the most. He throws his head back and he laughs. Pure glee. But I hope it’s more than that. I hope we’ll always dance.

A short walk and a short talk
I just stopped by to drop something off. But we rarely just stop by quickly. We always take a step inside. And when it’s been a while, we linger even longer. And we catch up and commiserate and celebrate in these quick, dashes of a moment. And the kids had been grumpy and adult conversation was good. And I forget when it’s been a while of all work and snow and sickness that a quick conversation with a friend can be so very healing.

Good news
I need to talk to you, is what her message said. And, of course, I knew it could go entirely either way. All the way to the fantastically good, celebrate and squeal over phone lines stretched across countries. Or to the bad and I didn’t want to think of what the bad would call for. So I didn’t. I waited.

And it was good.

And it’s in these times that the distance feels so huge. I wanted to hug her and jump up and down with her and this morning I wanted to hand deliver those ginger cookies I promised would help her queasy belly. But, at the same time, the distance between friends is nothing at all. And across states and countries and time zones we celebrated this beautiful moment in her life. And it was good.

Favorite words this week
Some day, when I’m awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight.

Yes you’re lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.”

I started singing this to my son back when he was first born. I know the song is romantic in nature but it fits, for me, how I feel about him. In these moments when he is inching toward toddler which is the road to big kid but he still has so much baby to him. Smile so warm and cheeks so soft. There is nothing for me but to love you. I sing it as I put on his pajamas and lay him down to sleep. And I dream that someday, a lifetime from now, we will dance to this at his wedding. But that’s probably taking it a bit too far…

What are you grateful for this week?


linking up with Ten Things of Thankful


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