The Everyday

There's a lot of "everyday" lately. Another day. Same ol', same ol'. Setting up the pins for knocking them down. I'm trying to enjoy these moments and not wish them away.

(poem written on 11-23-14)

I seek to be grateful

    for the beauty

        in the everyday

People whose kids have grown

    or whose loved ones are gone

        talk about "giving anything"

            for one more story,

                one more phone call

                    one more goodbye

And I think of the times

    I've hurried through stories at bedtime

        or wished away boring days at home

and I am determined

    to revel in the mundane

        to celebrate the ordinary

            and to enjoy every day

            (and to enjoy the everyday)

(poem written on 12-2-14)

Few things delight me more

    than to hear my boys giggle hysterically

It usually begins with Carter

    being in a goofy, ready-to-laugh mood

        and Calvin

    knocking some object onto the floor

One laughs,

    which makes the other laugh,

        which makes the other laugh more.

Three-year-old giggles are cute,

    but baby giggles on top of that --

        sheer delight

Now I hear 2-year-old and 1-year-old giggles! :-)