I get all misty around this season.
After people speed up in a frenzy of Xmas preparation,
I relish the slow down.
The true holiday time.
That sacred commitment to call or visit with loved ones
and be present to take the call
in a deep way
'tis the season after all.
There is this little spot in our house
that has lived with an alphabet illustration for a few years.
Well, shorty number 2 yoinked it down in a bluster.
It's right above the recycling and in a year or so
I imagine 2 phat frames
with rotating art work from the height challenged set.
Until then, it needs a little love.
And then the original wee one needed a little love too.
Mostly the 3 1/2 year old needed extra love
because she spent a lot of time running naked around a giraffe.
I wish that that was a euphemism
or metaphor for something profound.
But no, I mean literally running naked around a giraffe
On and on and on.
Definitely something to note.
And, well, that's just the sort of behaviour I want to get behind.
It's likely that each of us would benefit from spending a portion of our day running naked
Kids are weird.
Isn't it great?
But, I digress.
Speaking of metaphor...