NovemberPosted: November 28, 2011
|Cake on his face. This was only the beginning.|
|Maybe next year he will open his own presents.|
|Going for a cruise in the Cozy Coup from Grams and Gramps, with his larger than life Teddy Bear, who is still nameless from Aunt Steph and Uncle Aaron.|
Growing up with John has been an adventure. I’m more patient than I was a year ago, not as well-slept, but kinder, more aware of love. I can sense this pleasure I have with my son at the smallest, tiniest things he does. And I can transfer that onto God, that if I can love my son that way, look at his silly antics with such affection, enjoy him so immensely, overlook messes large and small, that God can enjoy me that way too. It’s the right way to live because it’s true.
I am still me though, chock full of grand ideas that haven’t seem to come to fruition. I came up with this really great idea called “Get to know your neighbor November”. I was going to bake some kind of bread – that’s where everything went wrong, I think, at the baking part – and take it to a neighbor three times a week: Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. I would allow an hour to chat, although I knew some wouldn’t have time to do that, and I was going to stand on the porch or sit in the living room, drink tea and learn their names. I still hate that I don’t know my neighbors, all these wonderful people with stories and lives and we’re just tied up in our homes for fear of cold and closeness. Someone has to break the ice. Well, it was a great idea, but Josh said I had too much going on. And he was right, so it didn’t happen. But maybe there will be a “Get to know your neighbor December”. And maybe I will blog about it. You never know.