sometimes it's a spectator sport

Watching the boys learn to love books, seeing them at the dining room table savoring donut deliveries and plant growth and new Lego sets alike, witnessing their thrill at smashing ice under snow boots and a plate of warm carmelitas afterward, glimpsing them dart from the doorway gym to the piano bench to a brand new version of themselves, squinting to catch them with fresh eyes when they've frustrated me and feeling the muscles of my heart stretch and knowing how lucky we are.

1 comment:

Poppy John said...

Jenni Baby,

I can't tell if it is uranium-238 or plutonium-239 in Tucker's kitchen table rock collection. (????)
Does he still wish to have a "small" nuclear reactor for his birthday this March?