a breath

               I'm taking time to delight in the small things. Their cries of delight every time they see a wreath on someones door. Making snowflakes and wondering if we'll see the real thing. Playing games and working on our counting and math skills. (Certain people have a hard time with the difference between a $50 bill and a $500 bill, and certain other people believe the bigger the pile, the better, despite our attempts to explain that one $500 is better than a pile of 40 $1 bills. )

In the middle of all the excitement, and it's there, finding these spaces to rest is so important.

Queen of Small Moments

This weekend we had self-portraits and sibling portraits. 

Chris had a one man circle pit, with his music and his wheels.

                                             
  We dressed up and played house. Went swimming and hung out with some friends. Brixton had a playdate with a set of triplets that we know from Meeting for Worship.
                             

I'm grateful for each day of him getting better, each day of our family being loved and supported and fed (physically and emotionally and spiritually) by our communities. I'm thankful for bones that heal, and family dance parties to Led Zeppelin and friends that stop by with zines and stories. 

For all this, even this, yes, this.