how i knit to stay sane

February 17, 2008


Filed under: Uncategorized — K @ 11:02 am

I type this with a 45 lb. 3 year old sharing my computer stool.  I wouldn’t describe it as comfortable, persay, but I wouldn’t have it any other way right now.

<Pardon me, while I rock and sing along with the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song.>

Noah and Catie have my cold.  Catie is nestled on the floor, with a blanket wrapped around her while she works on a puzzle (seriously, a 2 year old that can solve a 48 piece puzzle…. she makes me dizzy.)   Both children have been up since 6:30, sneezing, coughing, and cuddling.  Brandon is sleeping in — I don’t know yet if he’s just sleeping off muscle soreness after his 14.5 mile run yesterday (yes, seriously.  No, not with the car.  He astounds me!), or if he’s also catching this nasty cold.  I’m still definitely under the weather, too.  And surrounded by my little sicklings, I can only think of one word, one theme.  Love.

We celebrated Valentine’s Day early, because, well, that’s when our built-in babysitter, Ju-Ju was available.  Last Sunday, we celebrated almost 7 years together with a double-header at the movie theater and a lovely dinner at the Melting Pot (Y.  U.  M.!) This made for a wonderful (and delicious!) evening — a fun celebration of our lives together, but it didn’t define our love.  It’s easy to feel all swoony, snuggled in a romantic nook in a darkened restaurant.

I was really moved that, even though we celebrated Valentine’s Day early, Brandon still brought home a bouquet of roses for me on Valentine’s Day — a beautiful surprise that has warmed my heart every time my gaze falls on it.  But even that lovely gesture doesn’t define our love.   But seriously, how beautiful of a spot to spend an early Sunday morning!)

No, our love has come to mean so much more to me.  In my mind, it got so big, it needed two extra people to soak it all up!  Some days, we are tired.  I get worn out.  These precious children have a way of making me bone-tired, weary, but recharged in their dependence on me.  While I think of Valentine’s Day as a celebration for the special one you’re in love with, and I don’t make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day with the kids, I do think of them as the very embodiment of love, my sweet angels who remind me that love isn’t all candlelight and stolen kisses — sometimes it is wiping noses and snuggling, and reading one more book even though your throat hurts.  Love is kind words and sharing the last cookie.  Love is


1 Comment »

  1. (((hugs))) I hope everyone is feeling better!

    Comment by Kayla — February 17, 2008 @ 8:41 pm

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