I was struck this morning by the abundance of simple joys that have filled the past week.
Louise fell asleep on my chest, perfectly centered with her bottom fitting in the crook of my arm. Her quick breathing was the foil of my heartbeat.
Noah asked to hold Louise while we read books to her. He filled in the “beeps” and periodically kissed the top of her head.
Greg settled into the big comfy chair and propped Louise up on his knees so they could make faces at each other.
Louise woke up when she heard Noah telling her hi and trying to reach her through the bars of the crib.
Noah pretended that his round blocks were a horn [like Curious George] and played us a toddler rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.
My mom made us dinner and invited the entire family. Noah watched my mom walk back to the car in the rain to get a chair and said “come back please.” He also ran laps around the dinner table. Everyone had a chance to hold Louise, have a drink and enjoy each other’s company.
Greg and I went on a lunch date while Noah was at school and Louise sat next to the table. After being cooped up in the house all week, bi bim bop had never tasted so good.
These are not profound things, but they are profoundly special to me.