It's taking a little more effort to stay in the moment amid the busyness of our new schedule. I work so hard at paying attention. Being where I am, fully. If I open up all my receptors and I receive the moment with all of my senses, life becomes so much more vivid.
I'm not getting it down on paper or in print as often as I had been, but I'm writing it down at the cellular level -- letting it become part of me, so when I move on to the next day, or even the next moment; I go with an added layer of texture.
"I like how the highway sounds, Mom."
Tires rumbling over road, on our way to my sister's, he notes his observations along the way.
He notices everything, that kid.
A green semi cab parked next to a purple one, down in a parking lot beyond the exit ramp.
"Those colors look nice together."
His stuffed dog clutched in hand, resting on his quilt at kindergarten.
"My giraffe feels the same as my quilt. I like bringing Baby Dog because he feels different from my quilt. I like how they feel together."
Laying on his back in a pile of snow in the front yard. All by himself, watching the clouds race across the sky.
He pops inside to tell us,
"It's really nice out there. I like how the Quiet sounds."
I'm writing it down, because he's too little to see his own gift.
I want to see life like he does.
Have you ever watched an icicle melt? There's this moment, when the ice is still ice but it's moving towards water, it's morphing before your eyes, and then the instant it crosses that threshold -- a most incredibly perfect round reflective drop of awesome.
You see it coming, and for a moment it's there, suspended, and then gone.
I feel like I've dropped off the face of the Internet. The days I'm home with my boys, I am home with my boys. I'm appreciating them so much these days. Their stories, soft cheeks, and brand new words each and every day.
I'm learning a lot about this business of life-living from watching them in action. I'm trying to pay attention to the details.
When you're looking for them, there are always so many little gifts waiting to be unwrapped.