Its been a lees-sweet day, all told. Less sweets eaten-- better every day!-- and less sweet to write about, I think... nothing like a full day math meeting, during report card week, to bring out the boring, cardboard-taste of life.
But, I'll try.
Sharing a laugh with my son as we drew together on a big piece of cardboard on the floor. And then, walking by the mess of scribbles and lines and seeing... art.
The way Ivy runs, lifting each leg so high, dancing through the rooms with that light in her eyes and curls bouncing, turning and teasing and dashing away. She's a bit of a pill, these days, demanding and vocal about what she wants and even louder when you tell her no... but, oh, that little run-and-turn-and-twinkle of hers!
She can say "mine" now, you know. But she can also say, "nice."
Getting the kids to bed 20 minutes earlier than normal and finding that Antiques Roadshow just happened to be on. Man, I love that show. Except for when the people seem completely unimpressed at the worth of their strange item, casually nodding their heads at its newly acquired $8,000 price tag. But I still love that show.
Today, apparently, is not a day to wax poetic. But life is still good. I am snuggled on a couch next to a beautiful dog and our little faux fire is chugging away. My wonderful husband just brought us chips and salsa and I really love Lady Grey tea. Watching Grey's Anatomy and thinking about wonderful people in my life and how I ought to give cards to more of them.
I suppose that wishing for more hours in a day is just proof positive of how good life really is, right?
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