Happy Things


There is a tinge of bitter in the sweet stuff here. I cried out loud this morning as I realized that my computer promptly erased pictures I had downloaded. Some were the most gorgeous pictures of Ian that I took because I have so few of him compared to the other boys. The light was perfect on his blue terry pajamas, and the camera had focused clearly on his puffy morning lips. I had propped him up, and he giggled as he fell forward onto his hands. He had control of his body, and he displayed his bashful, meek smile in every frame. I was proud, and he cooed to my mother-speak.

Some were of Isaac swinging, leaning far back, staring at the sky, and smiling a gracious smile. It didn’t belong to me, that smile. I sneaked it from the kitchen, and it made me want to join him, so I went out to take a series of close-ups. There may have been twenty shots of his goofy expressions. We laughed so hard, and when I turned around to go back in, he said, “Mama, that was my favorite part of today.”

Last night, I let them run out in the rain, something Nanny lets them do. Learning to let them has been a great joy. It was Jude’s first time, so he squealed and ran in circles, stopping at the gutter to catch the roof-sludge. My favorite pictures were of him clapping for the rain.

I will upload some of the Happy Things that I got to keep from my camera when I figure out how to get rid of some of the stuff crowding my computer’s brain. The others are on my invisible heart-screen, especially now that I recorded them here.

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6 Comments

Craig & Cindy
Reply March 14, 2008

Sucks about the pics, I can sympathize with that feeling of mortification when you've inadvertently lost something valuable to yourself.

I commented on your books post...

:)

Cindy

Craig & Cindy
Reply March 14, 2008

Sucks about the pics, I can sympathize with that feeling of mortification when you've inadvertently lost something valuable to yourself.

I commented on your books post...

:)

Cindy

Anonymous
Reply March 14, 2008

I sure do want so french toast for brack-fust...
I am so sorry about your pictures. Love, the neverending sto-ha-ree ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Amber
Reply March 14, 2008

Um ... it's Franch Toast!

If you aren't the funniest person on earth, then nobody is.

Hold on to your glass teeth and your false patooty, this is for you:

The S is for Super
The U is for unique
The P is for -- what was P for? Oh crap ...
The E is for exotic
& The R is for Rap

So tell ......

Super Sonic!

Amber
Reply March 14, 2008

Perfection -- the P is for Perfection!

Anonymous
Reply March 16, 2008

you're my favorite:)

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