12.2.12

Thoughts before bed...


Thanks to Google Cloud, I can see the world through Eric's eyes while he's away.  Pictures pop up in iphoto and I have to stare at them for a few moments to connect the image with where I know he's been.  I think this is a view of an N.Y.C. street from the Highline.

Right now he's on a plane back to the West Coast.  At first I thought I had the hard job, staying home with the kids while he ate steak for dinner every night.  Then we tagged along on a trip and I realized I would never want to trade places.  Can you imagine selling yourself and your work for an entire day, from the time you wake up in the morning until you go to bed at night?  Then doing it again, and again, and again?  Also- he's gained ten pounds.

The kids and I were late to church this morning so we had to sit in the foyer until the sacrament was over.  I wanted to shout with joy when a woman in an electric wheelchair approached the front door and Eric popped up of his own accord to open it for her!  Out of the corner of my eye I caught Brigham staring intently at her as she buzzed passed.  I couldn't resist asking him, "You're thinking how great it would be to have one of those motorized chairs to ride around in aren't you?"  He smiled and admitted that he was.

After dinner we had a family meeting, during which it was mentioned that Brigham needs to work on flushing the toilet more regularly.  We planned playdates this week and made snickerdoodles to have for after-school snacks.  Then we talked about the possibility of making homemade lunchables to take to school.  We hit an impasse over the cheese- Brigham is anti-unmelted-cheddar, and Eric is anti-provolone.  I might try making my own little pizza crusts for the pizza version.  They both like mozzarella.

For some reason, my heart is so full tonight.  My sweet children and my dear friends here, our wonderful, crazy ward, this beautiful city, and a bright, wide future- all of it seems like too much.  But I'm too tired to analyze it, so I guess I'll just leave it at that and say goodnight.



2 comments:

E B said...

I love that you're loving the little things.

Lindsay said...

What is it with the lunchables!? McKenzie is asking at least twice a month if we can buy some. And she doesn't like the idea of the homemade kind, either. . . I should get to the bottom of 'why' so I can maybe solve it.

I just can't justify buying them...