July 7th, 2011
Seeing your face
is like having all the rays of the sun warm me from the inside out
Hearing you laugh
makes unicorns and Santa and all the things magical see more real than mythical
Listening to you cry
feels like a thousand daggers would be less painful than your sorrow
I thank you my children
for the gift of life that you have given me
I thank you my children
for all the things that you let me see clearly
My sweet children
I am so thankful for thee
July 6th, 2011
I’m sitting here tonight and Brent say’s “Goodnight, Honey I’m going to bed.” I give him a kiss and sit here with some much appreciated solitude as all the kids are in bed. I’m doing some computer catch-up and Facebook surfing when I see him walk through the living room and hear him go outside. I’m not to interested because I just assume that he is making sure everything is locked or that he is peeing off the deck, either way it’s a pretty normal occurrence and by this point I’m pretty engrossed in what I’m doing that I just don’t really care. A few minutes pass and he walks back through the living room and says “Night Sweaty” and I respond with “K” since I am still not distracted enough nor interested enough to really think about what he’s up too.
A little while passes and he walks out again. This time my curiosity peaks and I look up and say ” Is everything okay?” and he says “Yeah, I just heard some raccoons on the wood pile.” I say, “Really? What does that sound like?” He responds with “I don’t know…Raccoons on a wood pile.’ I reply “Well, you should take a flashlight out and scare them away.” To which he replies, “I already did.” And then I ask “What are they doing on the wood pile?” He looks me straight in the face and says “One of them is trying to mate with the other, so he’s throwing wood off the wood pile to impress her.” To which I proclaim “Really!! They do that???” He looks at me and says “No, Honey – I’m not a raccoon expert but I’m pretty sure they don’t!”
He stands there and laughs so hard he starts choking and crying and by this point I realize how gullible I am and start laughing too. When I’m finished with my hysteria and he stops coughing/crying he says “Really Honey? Am I a raccoon expert” And I say “You said it so convincingly that I just assumed you knew what you where talking about.” We cracked up some more and then he kisses my forehead and say “Night Honey” and I say” Good night Raccoon Expert.” I’m still laughing to myself…..