Scene: Kitchen. Last Night. Three kids in bed, two teenagers away, four candles flickering, two adults awake, one wine bottle open.
(Also, this is not going where you think it’s going. Geezus, what kind of blog do you think this is?)
Me: (recalled memory, recalled memory, recalled memory)… It’s December. I’m doing that thing I do–playing the movie reel of our life from this year, and I’m feeling nostalgic. It’s got to be annoying after a while. Am I annoying you?
Brett: You’re predictable. You don’t disappoint. You do this every year.
Me: I know. But seriously. I can’t control it. I have to do the annual wrap up. C’mon. It was a good year. I mean, we had a son.
Brett: This is true.
Me: We’re going to have fun the next couple of weeks. How cool is December?
Brett: Want to watch a movie?
Okay. Enjoying the Small Things. December style.
Picking up my camera and finding pictures my friends took without me knowing.
Walk Practice with Dad
The little morning gig they have going on.
Suspenders. Screw the caveman who invented the wheel. I want to know WHO INVENTED SUSPENDERS? Because I want to kiss them.
Canadian Pine Trees.
For sale in a big white tent off of Naples Blvd.
We go to buy wreaths to smell up our house, but we stay to wander through the tree aisles and pretend the tent is really a big open sky.
And…with no further ado.
The park slide that is greased with Crisco.
It has to be. I mean, she FLIES.
…and lands with a thump which, for one millisecond makes me a little nervous, but follows with crazy laughter and “Again! Again!”
…and this week, I’ve had three conversations with my six-year-old that made me feel like I was talking to a teenager. Three beautiful conversations about some pretty adult stuff. And I feel like we’re growing. Moving on to new stages. And instead of hanging on for dear life to what I don’t want to go away, I am absolutely loving this new territory. There’s a girrrl in ze castle!
What are you enjoying?