Tuesday, December 9, 2014

MooshaBoom

While I was making lunch today, for a moment, everything was perfect.

The oven was on its self clean mode, so all the windows and the kitchen door were wide open, letting the unseasonably warm air waft through the house, dispelling that yucky oven smell and clearing out the must from the sealed up against the cold house. Except it isn't cold, which makes me both happy and sad at the same time. I love the warmth, but I am really wishing for snow right about now.

While the oven was cleaning, I made sandwiches for lunch. The girls were running in and out through the open door as the midday sun cascaded through into the kitchen, gilding everything it touched.


The girls laughed as they went down the slide, The Rat Pack crooned from my phone and as I stood there, putting lunch together, I was struck by the perfection of that moment. It was everything I had ever hoped for. A house of my own, happy healthy children filling the air with joy, a soundtrack from the 40's to symphonize our days, and the feeling that I am doing it right. It was so wonderful, that moment. I had yearned and dreamed for exactly that. It was like my daydreams had finally come true, and I couldn't be happier.

Soon enough, the moment was over and the smoke pouring out of my self-cleaning oven drove us outside. With stinging eyes and noses, we retreated into the mystifying spring like air, and while the girls ran around the yard, I cleaned out some of the rain gutters. We have huge poplar trees in our yard and so the rain gutters act like leaf treasuries. In the fall time they have to be cleaned out often. We played and I put up some more decorations and my heart was bursting with joy! I loved it everything about that afternoon. We frolicked and seeped in the fresh air until it was safe to re-enter. The good news is my pizza stones which were ridiculously dirty are like new now. I had put them in the oven to be cleaned while the oven cleaned itself, and they are gorgeous now!

After dinner, Jeffrey had to work on some homework so the kids and I talked about testimonies for FHE. Which turned into a talk about Lehi' dream. It was a great conversation we had, and I just love their thirst for knowledge. Especially Keith's. We then grabbed the stroller and headed to the park to look at the lights. Beth's face may have been the greatest thing out there tonight. She was so awed by the bright beautiful colors and the many displays that there were. For the first year ever, we walked through the park. Usually we just drive, but tonight it was warm enough to pull out the stroller, walk through the walk area, and then drive through just to get another look.



It made me happy to help the season be magic. We had stopped at the library prior to the park (it was on the way and as always, sucked us in with the book tractor beam) and I had found a big band Christmas CD that we listened to as we drove around. It just added a bit more magic to the moment, listening to Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald singing their hearts out. We finished off the night with some banana cream pie I had made earlier in the day and hot cocoa.

Simply perfect.

I love Christmastime! I love the magic, the traditions, the beauty, and everything about this time of year.

I especially love how ideal today felt. Days and moments like the ones that made up today always make me thing of a song by Fiest. called Mushaboom, because it is so full of hope and longing and home. Dreams based on Norman Rockwell ideology, or Beaver Cleaver antics. Wholesome and wonderful.


MooshaBoom
Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
\And planting lilacs and buttercups

But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay

Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old.

I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done

How many acres how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbors and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map

Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
Old dirt road
Rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow well I'm sold

While we may not have all of our dreams yet, I am so happy that we have many of them and we are so blessed continually. It is the new way to acknowledge and give gratitude for all your many blessings. 

MushaBoom!

1 comment:

Emmy said...

Yeah! What a wonderful day! The days like that make it all worth it.