Sparkling
Cold, grey, foggy, the damp slithering between the bricks and behind the buttons and zippers, the day still sparkles with small joys:
- My 11-year-old son hollering "Bye Mama!" and turning to blow me a kiss when I dropped him off at school. For a moment he isn't my sometimes sulky, ever-growing preadolescent, but My Best Boy Ever. And to think he mustered this much cheer AFTER getting a flu shot.
- While shopping in a small English-language bookstore for Christmas books for the kids, I discover The Oxford Book of Christmas Poems, a book for me. It includes two of my favorite poems, Journey of the Magi by T.S. Eliot, and The Oxen by Thomas Hardy. Each time I flip through this book, I fall between the pages and dream between the lines.
- At the library, discovering all the Christmas videos have not been checked out after all. Visualizing an evening tucked under the eaves and a fleece blanket, watching White Christmas.
- Pulling into the driveway, seeing the postman has left his bike leaning against my stone wall and is at the main door with a brown-paper parcel. A parcel!? Sent to my Belgian address?! (We get nearly all our mail through a special U.S. post office box). I retrieve it from him with a big smile and a Merry Christmas, and take it inside. Eagerly I unwrap it and discover a tin of cookies and a card from Martina. She and her friend Sylvie rescue cats in Brussels, and she is the source of our latest adoptee, Petey. I am deeply touched by her thoughtfulness and kindness, to give homemade cookies to a new aquaintance. I hold the tin to my chest and savor generosity of spirit.
- A hot cup of tea and I click over to Citizen of the Month where Neil is hosting a blogger holiday concert. I smile, I laugh, I comment too much, and when Qatherinn sings "A Christmas Song," I close my eyes and feel I've been transported to another realm entirely....
Today, this grey day, everything is illuminated.
December 20, 2006
Reader Comments (8)
Oh, and your comment this morning...You are a sick puppy! LOL!
:)
I have a bit of an unhealthy crush on Bing Crosby. White Christmas is my all time favorite.
I just had to go see what you wrote at Amber's blog... you ARE sassy of late! Love it!
Here's hoping for more of the same kind of sweet days!
V--Here's to hoping your boy never outgrows NOT being shy about his loud, loving goodbyes to you. Both of my boys are very affectionate in public to both parents. I am the envy of all. And other kids have never, ever given Jared and Sam "the business" at all.