Happy Friday

This week has brought back terrible flashbacks of January. In January we got our first real taste of germs, of the family flu, of the sickness that creeps from one baby to the next, to the mommy, to the daddy, and beyond. And beyond. In January we all got sick. And in pure honesty, we have not been able to forget it. We have had a few bouts of sickness since then, and we can't help but think that with every virus and every late night, and with every dose of baby Advil....we have this heavy curtain of what next.

What is next.

For months what next has been the heavy shoe, waiting to drop.  

The other shoe, what is next.

Since January we have had the dreaded shadow of "the other shoe" and we wonder, more than we should, when is the other shoe going to drop. What terrible thing, terrible shoe, long hopeless terrible night, is going to drop next?

So this week when Teebs began running a fever and sluggishly dragging his droopy spirit around, it was time to let the dread go. The other shoe, the next dreadful fate that is always there, it was time to let it go.

We let it go. Because greater than the next bout of bad luck and germs, is beautiful cheeks.

Beautiful sleeping cheeks.  And sleeping babies.

I can worry about my babies, and life, and the number on the thermometer, or I can appreciate

the way my hair drapes over their piggley wiggley snores when they sleep so softly. 

The daintiest snores I have ever heard. 

The daintiest snores I have ever heard. 

 And those gently curled fingers, the chunky joints that curl in the subtlest of ways---

For just a moment, just one warm second of thought, those chubby extremities take all of the worry away.

Oh. My babies. There is so much to worry about.

But you take it all away, my babies.

You take it all away.

Cries in the middle of the night. Fevers. Germs. Sicknesses that appear and spread and disappear.

But those hands. Those chunks. Those sighs in the middle of the night. Those peaceful sleeping moments---They make up for everything.

Babies---you make up for everything.

For everything.

Those peaceful, sleeping, chunky cheeked snores--- they make up for everything.

Those momemts. Those every moments. Those sick moments and well moments and snoring moments. Those laughing, chuckling, salivating, smiling, giggling moments. They all remind me that we are alive. We are here. Where are living. We are living. We are loving moments. Those laughing moments. Those sick moments. Those dreamy moments. Those snoring moments. 

Those fever moments.

Those every moments.

They are all our moments.

They are all ours. They are all ours.

And I don't even need to mention that tomorrow is Friday. And that Friday starts a whole new round of days and moments. And they are ours. A whole new week. A whole new weekend. Whole new moments. And whatever happens, we are here together, and we are loving it.

Happy Friday, and happy life, and happy living whatever it is that you are given to live.

Happy Friday.

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