On my last post (that you can feast from here), I mentioned the little things that make mommas cry world ’round. And though this week-end is but half over, I have experienced an avalanche of little thing(s) with my little thing to cry and cringe and laugh and slap my knee about.
In the last twenty four hours, we’ve been on the back of a horse, swam depths in “icy blue wa-wa,” and bought precisely “two carrots” as my little thing suggested at the local farmer’s market. I could sit right down and type of these ventures, but I feel these images do best at showcasing the little thing(s) I have been obsessing over with family and my wee little thing in tow.
His Smile @ The Farmer’s Market
His Baby Bun Whilst Bonding With Noona
His Choo-Choo Thomas Forever Glued To His Hand
His “Awna” Performing Tricks + “Pony” Rides
This Current Office Space (from which I’ll soon leave)
That Office Space (to which I’ll soon recreate)
(Okay. Realistically it will resemble) That There Oficina
A little here. A little there. Because, indeed, it is the little things that bind us to the littlest of things where our happiness resides. Every day. Every beautifully gifted and damned day. With hope, an abundance of happiness awaits in our “night-y-nights” as we lay our little things to rest.
I must tell you that I am so giddy that this thirtieth year has allowed me to put into practice what I have always known and felt–that the little thing(s) are truly what this mad carving of life is all about. What else could it be for?