Right or Left

This weekend was a grand time. I still haven't put the photos from Saturday (i.e. pictures of people in my bathtub) onto my computer. I wish I had taken more pictures, especially at the beach. At the same time, though, having just memories to float around is kind of nice.

Sunday without Bridget was weird. I ate health food by my lonesome, and tried to share some coffee with my family. (They didn't really dig it.) I honestly don't really know what I did with my time. A lot of nothing, I suppose, and cleaning.

While babysitting two boys today - an imaginative 8 year old and a bubbly 1 year old - I had a wonderful revelation about this weekend. I rolled around on the floor today, fought with foam swords, talked about light sabers and dinosaurs. It helped me see that I loved being with those people on Saturday because they so readily embrace their inner child and yet are often wise beyond their years. We played in the woods, running down tall hills and jumping over fallen trees, broken-branch sword fights and dead fish on sticks. We were dirty, adventurous, happy. We saw "Up," and laughed at childish jokes and silly things. We said "shit" when the car lights were left on, snuck kids into the drive-in in a trunk, behaved like rowdy teenagers at times. We cuddled. We built a fire and climbed on my roof. Discussed religion, spirituality, meaning and purpose. Talked about life. Ate s'mores. We were everything, all of the time.



Things are often beautiful in the most simple ways.
I love.