I love what you wrote about your husband. I’ve always told people that when I met mine, the first thing he said to me was rude and so, being 19 at the time, I immediately fell madly in love with him. And of course, he wasn’t really, permanently rude, so the story does have a happy ending.
Mamalion, thanks for asking. Wonderboy is doing wonderfully in the day-to-day; it’s the longer term that is cause for concern, the long, long plateau on his weight chart. More tests tomorrow, in the continued search for the cause of his malabsorption problem.
“Exploration,” says John Stilgoe, author of Outside Lies Magic, “is a liberal art, because it is an art that liberates, that frees, that opens away from narrowness. And it is fun.”
Yes: it is so, so much fun, and that is why I write these posts all chattery with excitement over this or that connection the kids made today. (Or that I made myself!) I know I get carried away, but that’s the point, isn’t it, that way leading on to way has carried me away?
And yet—and yet—I think we are at once ‘carried away’ and made more fully present in the now, more rooted, by these relationships between ideas about things past and future. The joy of connection makes me want to celebrate this moment, this brief encounter with wild-haired child and broad-trunked tree, bus going by, sign on church wall, Scottish warlord creeping over the tower wall and startling the English soldier’s wife who has just put her babe in arms to sleep by crooning that the Black Douglas won’t get him. Child, laughing, shouting “Dinna ye be sae sure aboot that!” across the courtyard outside the library. How can I not celebrate this freedom?
Every day is complicated, messy, and full of friction. And every day has glorious or cozy moments worth celebrating. I seldom bother to chronicle the friction and the mess because writing time is fleeting and precious—and childhood even more so. I’d rather capture the small joys that I might forget—or take for granted—if I don’t take time to set them down in words.
(Excerpt from this post about Real Life, quoted here because I don't want anyone to be under the impression that things are always perfect around here! Heaven knows we are anything but. Perfect, frictionless, orderly? Nope. Happy? Most of the time!)
Be like the bird
Who, pausing in flight
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath her,
Yet sings,
Knowing she has wings.
Aww. Happy birthday to both boys! How’s Wonderboy doing?
Posted on December 9th, 2009 at 8:09 amHippo Birdies to both fellas! We’re sending happy wishes from snowy VT!
Posted on December 9th, 2009 at 9:25 amMany Happy Returns of the Day!!! (And your dh *is* wicked cute.)
Posted on December 9th, 2009 at 9:44 amBest wishes to them both!
Posted on December 9th, 2009 at 10:36 amHappy Birthday to your two men! My little guy was 7 today!
Posted on December 9th, 2009 at 2:05 pmI love what you wrote about your husband. I’ve always told people that when I met mine, the first thing he said to me was rude and so, being 19 at the time, I immediately fell madly in love with him.
And of course, he wasn’t really, permanently rude, so the story does have a happy ending.
Happy birthday to them both!
Posted on December 9th, 2009 at 3:32 pmMamalion, thanks for asking. Wonderboy is doing wonderfully
in the day-to-day; it’s the longer term that is cause for concern, the long, long plateau on his weight chart. More tests tomorrow, in the continued search for the cause of his malabsorption problem.
Posted on December 9th, 2009 at 4:34 pmReally? Six?
Posted on December 9th, 2009 at 8:15 pmAlready?
Wow!! Happy Birthday to the guys. Hope you all enjoyed the special day.
I am feeling old..
Happy b’day to your boys!!
Posted on December 12th, 2009 at 11:31 pmre:Elder Male—Cocky, Sarcastic?????????
Posted on January 11th, 2010 at 3:03 pmYou aint seen nothing yet. Lovable? YES
Been There! JBP