In all my years of blogging, I"ve been diligent about posting. The only time I missed a day was when bullets perforated my self..... up until last week, when fun just got in the way.
We celebrated the new year until 2am... a new indoor/outdoor record for TBG and me. The grown ups sat outside, drinking the champagne that had been saber-ed open as the year turned, sharing family stories. Wrapped in blankets against the cooling night air, I watched the ones I love fall in love with one another all over again.
Their faces watching their faces...... it doesn't get better than that.
I reveled, I kvelled, I watched the grown-ups who are my family remember and tease and giggle as the past came to life, sometimes immediately and once, from Big Cuter, several conversations after the question had been answered by the rest of us. No one cared; we went back to where he was without a moment's hesitation.....well, after laughing, gently, at Big Cuter being Big Cuter, once again.
We all love his careful consideration of important issues. We all love his sister's ridiculous word salad, my forgetfulness, our various choices in pets. There were rueful moments and thoughtful moments, but mostly there was love.
Lead with love.
Be kind.
Laugh at yourself.
Avoid your mean voice.
Share the love.
Kill them with kindness..... it always works.
I'm a very lucky woman.
I think we can all make an exception for your blogging lapse due to extreme happiness being had by you and the family. It sounds pretty wonderful.
ReplyDelete"Kill them with kindness," has sorta kinda become my way of doing things lately. And if I can't, then I step away.
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