Expert on the etiquette of perilous times.
It’s noon here in Michigan. My little neice, Ren, the Peanut side of the Legumes sliced her big toe and is being rushed to urgent care. This is a sensitive child who really doesn’t enjoy strangers, period, let alone touching her and inflicting greater pain.
Please pray for her and everyone involved.
We bought Eden a bike yesterday. Tonight, after dinner, she was trying to ride it around the driveway. She looked so cute and big-eyed it seemed worth it to go inside, grab my Mac and take her picture. This is her waving to her fantastic self.
You might think it is just a matter of lifting the laptop and and clicking on the “mouse” (what’s it called?) but it’s not. The sun was shining, my subject was moving and it was pretty stinking challenging getting my subject in the frame and not myself.
I love the way she’s getting down and checking things out.
And yes, for those who care about such things, I will be buying another digital camera, Monday.
The artist, the portrait and the mother. I think she really captured me.
We took the puppy to the vet this morning and discovered that we have been feeding him too much food. I don’t know if I misunderstood what the breeder told me or she’s crazy, either way we have a plump puppy. I was so pleased with his girth and attributed it to his build. “But he’s got such big bones!” I took the news with humble dignity.
The vet asked if she could take him around in back and show him off to everyone in the office, apparantly half the staff have Labs, and everyone loves a puppy. There was quite a bit of cooing and if I had a dollar for every time someone said, “He’s a handsome boy!” the visit would have been free.
So Jackie Boy is cutting back on his chow and tonight the entire family is taking him to Puppy Kindergarden. I don’t know why we couldn’t just call it Beginner Training.
Sorry for all the dog posts – it’s a bit consuming and, I hope, more interesting than laundry posts, which we all know I am not above.
This morning I awoke at 5:30 to a dog whimpering to be let out. My good husband got up and began to pull on some pants and a sweatshirt. I whispered my thanks and rolled over to try to get back to sleep and then I heard a loud wail.
It was Eden.
I ran to her room and found her scrabbling around her bed crying, “I can’t find…” I couldn’t divine her quarry.
“What can’t you find?” I was at her side by now.
“Hello Kitty!” She wept. This is her pillow that is encased by that feline’s cheerful visage. My arm was resting on it at the head of the bed where it always is.
“Here she is,” I said and just as quickly as the crisis began, it ended.
I crawled in beside her as she snuggled in, popping her thumb into her mouth and snuffling her blanket. I straightened the duvet, settling it over us and then turned on my side, pulling her too me and tucking my body around hers. In the same motion she drew her cold little feet up, resting and warming them on my thighs.
We lay there, the only sound her furious thumb sucking. I kissed her soft cheek which smelled sourly of an earlier drool and quietly, so very quietly, whispered my joy and adoration. It is a gift to be in the middle of something and truly be in it, to recognize and not miss it.
This is life’s struggle – to hear the cry and compulsion of love, to answer, despite competing needs, distractions and discomforts, to give oneself fully, and in giving, to receive.