Monday, February 8, 2010
In the Blankets
"How did you get writing on your neck?" Daddy asks Jane.
"Oh, it's probably because I had a pen under my pillow last night, and it wouldn't write on my arm."
The days page by and we play. Blankets and forts.
"Hey, I have cowboy underwear on, and I'm wearing a cowboy hat!" Jack strides in. Sweats and a dress tie complete the look.
Later, I notice a red waistband, "Your unders are on backwards the tag's in front."
"I'll fix 'em tomorrow," he says and faces the day with a smile.
Lulie's only lost a couple of contacts. One was tucked up in her eyelid above the iris. Apparently, she sports quite an acreage up there. At least it wasn't dried and crunchy when we found it. :) Speaking of crunchy, any of you contact people ever re-hydrated a dried up contact and used it? It looks fine.
And every day the children smile, laugh, test the boundaries, and rebound with ease. Resilient. I take note. Days pass like tides washing in and out. I'm more tired and worry less.
"Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see." - C.S. Lewis