This morning, at exactly 7:34, Bub woke up. At 7:34 Bub saw the brightness of morning sun wrapping its shine through the dark crevices of his room and he knew that behind that curtain, into that light, things were happening. Bub only had one thing to say to about this brightness of morning sun, and he said it as loudly and clearly and often as his little lungs would let him---
"The whole day is going on! The whole day is going on!"
And in case we doubted him and were going to keep sleeping in disbelief, he toddled into our bedroom to peel back the blinds and show us himself.
"See? The whole day is going on. The whole day!"
Bub was shocked with wonder, like he couldn't possibly believe there was another entire day to enjoy. Another whole day, it was amazing. And from the look on Bub's face there was a whole lot of day going on, and it was a lot to take in.
After we were all up, fed, and dressed, Bub, my little gazer, stood at the front window with his forehead pressed to window screen and window screen pressed to window pane and nothing but one little bit of glass separating his wonder from the world.
And that is a whole lot of wonder.
And a whole lot of world.
We wondered for as long as we could this afternoon, but there is only so much dreaming you can do when the whole day is going on---
---before the wondering gets to be too much to contain and you have to crack open the spaces inside of you that need filling up, and step outside and fill them.
The whole day is going on.
The whole day.
Luckily, just when we were very nearly drained and bored with the watching of the whole entire day going on and us not doing anything about it, my dad showed up with Lightning Mcqueen, and Bub went out to join the world.
Teebs and I, we stayed behind. We loved each other. Teebs stole my lens cap, with one quick slobbery swipe, and to validate his hearty chuckle and starry eyed stare, I pretended like he had done something really, really ornery. And he ate. it. up. And for Teebs, if that was his whole entire day, he would he happy.
But what I really love about Teebs, is that no happiness is complete until he is really, really close to his mama. But even ornery babies know they could never, ever get as close to their mamas as they need to. So they stick skin to skin, and pinch with their tiny baby pinches, and they claw and climb until they couldn't possibly get any closer. Even ornery babies need their mamas. As close as they can get.
With Bub getting as close as he can to the world, and Teebs getting as close as he can to his mama, that is really almost all I need to make my whole day complete.
Almost. Throw in some time spent with friends, new and old, and a warm, meandering drive with Tom, and then my whole day is really, really complete.
And I know it's not even Thanksgiving yet, but you don't have to drive very far to see this---
And from the inside of the truck with hats on our heads and the heater making the in-bewteens of our fingers sweat, it's actually really, really gorgeous.
Even when we are just speeding by, with places to be and dinners to eat and Christmas being one of the very last things on our mind, it's still just really nice to know it's out there. Christmas, winter, celebration, tradition, future snow and future ice, the whole day---it's all out there.
And the best part about today, the very best part, is that there is still another whole day going on tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. The whole day is always going to be going on. And for this day, we are thankful we have a little, enthusiastic Bub to peel back the blinds and show it to us.
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