Simple joys
It started with Peanut. She found Mark’s cranberry red, v-neck sweater on the chair in our bedroom and slipped it over her head. The sleeves fell well below her fingertips and the hem dragged on the floor.
“Do you like my new dress, Mommy?” she asked, turning to wander down the hall.
A few minutes later, there was an uproar. Poking my head out of the bedroom I heard the sound of my daughters’ laughter and racing footsteps coming from the living room.
Curious, I walked toward them. They appeared at the end of the hall. They were both wearing the sweater. Both their heads peaked up from the neckline and each had an arm stuffed into one shoulder. Their other arms were wrapped around each other.
They scurried toward me, hooting and cackling. Someone snorted. (::Wondering from whom they got that trait? Whistling and looking at ceiling:::).
Their giggles were raw and pure and genuine.
Full of life.
Loud.
Uproarious.
They tumbled toward me with laughter that emanated from the tips of their toes, growing in strength and sound as it rolled up through their bellies and thundered out their throats.
Their faces beamed with the happiness of a thousand brides on their wedding day. The hall was filled with total, utter, complete joy. Their joy.
I shall never forget it.
“Do you like my new dress, Mommy?” she asked, turning to wander down the hall.
A few minutes later, there was an uproar. Poking my head out of the bedroom I heard the sound of my daughters’ laughter and racing footsteps coming from the living room.
Curious, I walked toward them. They appeared at the end of the hall. They were both wearing the sweater. Both their heads peaked up from the neckline and each had an arm stuffed into one shoulder. Their other arms were wrapped around each other.
They scurried toward me, hooting and cackling. Someone snorted. (::Wondering from whom they got that trait? Whistling and looking at ceiling:::).
Their giggles were raw and pure and genuine.
Full of life.
Loud.
Uproarious.
They tumbled toward me with laughter that emanated from the tips of their toes, growing in strength and sound as it rolled up through their bellies and thundered out their throats.
Their faces beamed with the happiness of a thousand brides on their wedding day. The hall was filled with total, utter, complete joy. Their joy.
I shall never forget it.
Labels: Domestic bliss, Favorites
posted by Kimberly at
7:16 PM
4 Comments:
Your kids are going to love reading all this one day.
Beautiful. You've written some great things lately, lady. (Not that they haven't always been great blah blah yada yada...)
Very cute.
As a dad, two pictures I have etched in my mind is when each of my daughters wore my old dress shirts as a painting smock in preschool. Way over sized, but that little grin and the shirt sleeves rolled up is way too cute.
Please tell me you took pictures of that!
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