"Mommy, I help. I do it."
He makes a committed, albeit handsy, assistant chef. Brother hung in there for the duration of the baking, and was all about trying to mix the batter with his fingers. "Git yer hands outta there, Honey- that's raw egg, and I can promise you its not gonna taste good."
When I dumped the pumpkin in he declared, "Mmm...dat schmells good to me! Yeah, it does!"
Yes, I laughed my way through the pancake making this year. =)
As soon as the fall-tastic flapjacks were done and he had pulled his daddy out of bed on this rare daddy-gets-to-sleep-in-while-we-make-pancakes Saturday, Newbie jumped right up to his plate. (Being the early bird I am, I'm not super great about letting the Hubs sleep in because HELLO, you're missing all the fun and awesomeness of MORNING! Today was a special treat for the Hubs- sleeping in AND pumpkin pancakes??? What was happening?!)
Shortly after the above pic was taken, the little man got a Cool Whip upgrade:
Then it was coffee time. Newbie also helped me make the coffee this AM, so naturally he needed his mug with the standard Newbie-portion: four drips of coffee.
("Mmm-ahh...I lub dis. I lub dis, man. I lub it coffee. I lub dis mug.")
When Opie starts licking the tootsies peeking out through your Yightning McKeen jammies, its a really good time.
(Insert rolling laughter followed by: "Opie yick it my toes!" here.)
It was a slow, lazy Saturday morning for us followed by a slow, lazy Saturday. Yum. I relished the ease of today because my mind has been in a thousand places lately. I've been thinking a lot about our Jubi girl and missing her so, so much.
Tonight I sat on the couch, thinking about the gaping cut in my forehead and the way I'm watching it work to heal a little bit more each day, slipping back some days, and pressing forward others. It reminded me of my aching heart and the ebb and flow that comes with healing. The happy one moment, the hurt the next. Sometimes it can all be so disorienting- the back and forth between the hurt and the healing.
In those moments when it gets overwhelming all over again and I can't see the step ahead, I find myself replaying what I know and clinging to what she taught us- replaying it over and over again in my head until it sinks down into my heart and I find my way to the next breath. He is good. He is faithful. He is love. Every moment is a gift. Tell Him thank you. Make every moment count. Shout for joy to the Lord! Its my map, its my mantra. Its what I do when I don't know what to do. Her story, compressed into a small map of the most important parts, like a treasure I keep in my pocket and touch with my fingertips when I get lost to remind me of where I've been and where I'm going.
He is good.
He is faithful.
He is love.
Every moment is a gift.
Tell Him thank you.
Make every moment count.
Shout for joy to the Lord!
And when I follow the map, that next breath comes, and my heart starts to beat again, and then my eyes find the way to blink again, and then my feet find the next step, then the next, and I am knowing and thanking and living, really living again. I am drinking deep and it is well with my soul.
Drinking deeply of today and wishing you a blessed Sabbath this weekend, friends.
(My precious reminder to drink deep and make each moment count. This little guy? Bright-eyed and eager every morning, everything new, all he knows is now, and I adore him for it.)
Aaah Brittany this is soooo good. You are an exceptional writer! I loved it.
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