Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Your Dirty Socks in My Laundry Make Me Smile

***This post was written a week before Faye was born. I forgot about it until today, but is full of thoughts and sentiments I want to remember.***


This month is a gift to us all.

We are given a month to focus on the the things that make us happy as we sit in the eye of the storm we call consumerisim. Three whole weeks to look for the simple things, the simple miracles and rejoice in them.

I was reading a Secret today and it said "every time I see your socks in my laundry it makes me happy." That just made me smile. I have 8 more loads of laundry to sort through for the baby. But you know what, she is going to be warm and well clothed and beautiful, so although I hate folding and putting away laundry (I don't mind the washing part so much) I am very happy to do it right now because I can do this service for her and she will be comfortable which will make us all happy.

Jeffrey called me from work yesterday. He was having a very bad day and didn't have a lot of time to chat, but just called to tell me he loves me. And then my heart melted. I sure adore that guy. He knows all the right ways to keep me madly in love with him.

On Wednesday we took Keith to the Dinosaur Museum where he had a blast. While walking around with Keith, I realized that Jeffrey is the perfect father and husband. I am amazed by his smiles and the miracle they are all directed to me. I won him over every other girl. Me. He was dating someone else when I came along, but he chose me.


Keith wanted to play a lot yesterday. So I said yes (it could have something to do with what Stephanie at Diapers and Divinity said ) and we played all afternoon. Wrestling, drawing, playing with trains, all of it. Finally he came up to me at the end of the night and said "Mommy, big cheeks!" the blew out his cheeks as far as they could go and began making little spit bursts come from his cheeks. I do not know if he was calling me chubby, or referring to his own chubbiness. I decided I could be offended or I could play with him. So we played with those cheeks, seeing whose could be chubbier, and who could do the better spit bursts. I gotta tell you, he is still practicing, and it makes me happy that it is something he enjoyed so much he is anticipating our next competition.

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