Saturday, November 7, 2009
The Good Life
Lulie likes my Bible.
Janie bursts into the sun-room. I'm playing piano. "Your music is so JOYFUL, Momma!" She grins. "It's fine when you don't play. But it is so joy filled when you do."
The table a jumble of color crayons and fat pencils, smudgy paper, Jack stops. "Momma, I love you so much, real bad." He says this every day. Today he adds, "'I love you real bad,' means I love you in the whole world what it means."
As the sun goes down I watch him stare through our back window. "You are the sweetest thing in the world, bud."
He hardly turns. "Yeah," he says, "God think so. That berry good."