In Like a Lion

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March 19, 2015 by Heather

How I was greeted upon entering his room this morning.

How I was greeted upon entering his room this morning.

Things have been rather silent on the blog-front, haven’t they?  Not for lack of material, thankfully.  Life is so full right now, maybe even a little too full, but I suppose I’d rather have it that way than the opposite.  I saw a commercial the other day that had a genie in it who was granting someone’s wishes.  It made me wonder what I would wish for if a genie popped up in front of me, since that is obviously a very realistic thing to ponder.  I really gave it some thought, too.  Later that night in the shower I finally settled on something.  I would wish for the ability to recognize the magnitude of the present moment.

There are so many things I look back on and think, man, I had no idea how great that was, how fun that moment was, what a fleeting time that would be, etc.  And these days right now — these crazy, busy, overwhelming and overflowing days — sometimes I close my eyes real tight and try to make an imprint of it somewhere in my crowded brain so I’ll always have it to look back on.  Parker and I were dancing in the kitchen yesterday morning.  I was holding him, his arms were wrapped around my neck and he had his head thrown back, laughing as we swung around to a new band we discovered this week (Real Estate, shut up if this is a group everyone’s been listening to for forever).  It was such a joyful moment, but it existed simultaneously with the tears brimming in my eyes because I know this is all moving at the speed of light.  I don’t white knuckle every moment like that, because that would be exhausting and ridiculous, but sometimes it just hits me hard.

To the present moment, the here and now, no matter how ugly or beautiful it might be.

We have a smoothie errday.  He FREAKS OUT if I don't let him push the buttons.

We have a smoothie errday. He FREAKS OUT if I don’t let him push the buttons.

During one of my classes last week all I could think about was Japanese food.  Hibachi Steak for one, please.

During one of my classes last week all I could think about was Japanese food. Hibachi Steak for one, please.

What?  This isn't how you exit your car?

What? This isn’t how you exit your car?

They have so much fun together.

They have so much fun together.

I like to call this one, BALLIN'.

I like to call this one, BALLIN’.

He's finally in underwear (for the most part).  So is Parker.

He’s finally in underwear (for the most part). So is Parker.

Bump dots.  That sounds like a weird rash.

Bump dots. That sounds like a weird rash.

Breakfast in bed!

Breakfast in bed!

I've written about my pregnancy craving for all things sour.  THESE ARE NOT MINE, they are Andrew's.  He claims this pregnancy has been real difficult for him.

I’ve written about my pregnancy craving for all things sour. THESE ARE NOT MINE, they are Andrew’s. He claims this pregnancy has been real difficult for him.

How I felt about Springing Forward.  Such a bunch of baloney.

How I felt about Springing Forward. Such a bunch of baloney.

Best Friend slumber party last weekend.  Yes, those are glow sticks, and yes, Fancy by Reba McEntire was playing very loudly.

Best Friend slumber party last weekend. Yes, those are glow sticks, and yes, Fancy by Reba McEntire was playing very loudly.

How about those two gorgeous days we had recently?  I'm ready for more.

How about those two gorgeous days we had recently? I’m ready for more.

Parched, dirty, sweaty boy.  My favorite.  Until he grows up a little bit and smells like a wet dog who just ate raw fish.  Won't be so adorable then.

Parched, dirty, sweaty boy. My favorite. Until he grows up a little bit and smells like a wet dog who just ate raw fish. Won’t be so adorable then.

 

Tomorrow is the First Day of Spring!  I capitalize it because A) the calendar does, and B) it’s about dang time.  Looking forward to some sunshine!

HAPPY THURSDAY!

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