You know how people always say little girls are so much more fun to dress? How the clothes are just so cute… all the fancy bows… and everything just so pink?!?
Well, I used to kind of agree. You can’t beat the cuteness out of a little pair of ruffled pantaloons under a spring dress.
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That is, until you’ve seen a size 7.5 baby boys cleats and matching XXS shin guards.
It takes my breath away. Who’d have thought?
~K
I ran into a friend last night. A friend with a very full schedule of responsibilities and busy agendas. A full time business person, - smart and involved and a mother of two beautiful children. We exchanged hellos and hugs and then she looks at me…
Where’ve you been?
I don’t really know what she’s talking about and so I begin to answer her question regarding my whereabouts. I’ve been… well, at the car wash, the carpool line, soccer practice with Jay. You know, I’ve been tutoring a lot, went to yoga twi----
No~ where’ve you been? I’ve looked for your writings this week and there’s been nothing there! Not on either blog! I’ve been looking forward to seeing what’s going on.
I’m floored. Humbled. Confused. And then I realize, but of course, what a kind comment. She knows I like to write and so she’s asking about my interests. I’m sure she checks my blogs here and there, but with the regularity to know I’ve not written in a few days? Hardly. She continues…
The last I read was the blooming tulip tree. I liked that. But, nothing since… and I’ve been waiting!
Wow. And so, this morning, I clear my mind with the writings that have been cluttering it, waiting to have their turn in this odd little space of mine. Writings on my to do list, intending to be shared but not yet given the time.
And before I do, a thank you to my dear friend. Thank you, for your genuine interest. Thank you for having faith in me and for your support of what I have to say and in how I choose to say it. You made my day.
~K
Beautiful. Maybe I’m a tulip junkie. I can’t get enough of it… perhaps because I know my days are so numbered.
Day two. Full bloom. Makes me smile.
~K
Our tulip tree finally is blooming. The kids and I have been waiting… watching… noticing… and now, finally, here she goes.
The tulip tree doesn’t bloom for long, but it’s a great first indicator of spring and the silver lining to when she’s done blooming is my yard is, for just a moment, covered in beautiful, pink petals as if someone had taken the time to lay each and every one out just so.
One of my favorite days, the day the waiting stops and she shares her blooms with us. Today.
~K
If you could only hear the story that was being
told to me while I took this picture…
Or have seen my heart bursting at this natural smile…
Or have felt my pride in this big boy smiling in a big boy swing…
Or have heard the songs being sung as the two swing together happily in the sun…
Or maybe have noticed my relief as he requested his high ride in his baby swing…
Or to listen to the giggles that accompanied this…
And this…
IF… if only you could hear these giggles, sing along with these songs, listen to these stories and feel this joy…. THEN, … you would know just how purely content I was and overwhelmingly blessed to be a part of their afternoon in the sun.
~K
The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day as I began my grocery shopping. 45minutes later, my little guy was whining and I was standing checking out, tired, and as I paid the bill, I watched a kind gentleman bag my items.
His name is Sam and he was carefully bagging all of my groceries, making sure the eggs and bread were protected from the heavy canned goods and the cleaning supplies were kept separate from my fruit. Sam is a hard worker with special needs. He is a familiar face at the grocery, bagging groceries for people, bringing carts back into the store or waiting to give someone a hand in the parking lot.
We walked out, side by side, and as I opened the door, Sam began to load my heavy bags one by one into my car, his button, ‘No Tips, Please’ shining in the sunlight. I loaded my son into his car seat, buckled him in and went back to give a hand with the final bags.
As he closed the back door of my car, I got into the drivers seat and looked back to thank Sam for his help today.
“You’re welcome, ma’am”“I hope you have a good day” I waved to him as I backed out.
“Oh, I sure will!” he responded with a huge smile as he waved back at me and turned to go into the store.
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It wasn’t the standard response, ‘thank you’ or ‘yes ma’am’ or ‘i hope so.’ Rather, it was, “I SURE WILL!”, said with conviction, from a man who believed his good day was his choice and one he’d already clearly chosen.
This moment, Sam’s response, has stuck with me all day. What a fantastic outlook on life and what a remarkable way to live.
Thank you, Sam, for your help today. You did far more than load up my groceries today- you illustrated a wonderful lesson. I am glad I chose to listen.
~K
Dogs on trampolines. If that doesn’t make you smile, I don’t know what will…..
~K
