Love My Life

As I read back through posts, I so appreciate the idea of a journal, or in this case, a blog. Mainly there are things about my boys I want to remember and if I write about them here, quickly, without over thinking it, I'll have a place to go that will remind me how much I love my life.

Every day is something new at the market. Beautiful things, people visit, I walk from the kitchen into the main gallery and get a completely different view of it then from the front door. I cannot believe this is actually happening.

This morning I've put together the play list for opening day, or week. People like James Morrison (could he be getting more press?), Josh Kelley, Josh Rouse, Kate Earl, Jonatha Brooke, The Fray, Rachael Yamagata, Gavin DeGraw, Matt Kearney, Matt Nathanson, Matt Ryczek, Matt York, Micah Dalton, Sean Dalton, Sonya Kitchell and Syd. Plus a little Van Morrison.

Beckett and I went and ran errands this weekend. He LOVES shopping. Every day when I pick him up he says, "go shopping mom and to the grocery store." I don't know how shopping is different than going to the grocery store, or where it is he wants to go other than the grocery store. But this weekend we went to Michaels and CompUSA and Whole Foods. He was such a good helper, and kept telling me he was my friend. Right now he's asleep next to me. He got up about 4am and came upstairs. He just woke up, rolled out of bed and came to sit on the floor next to me where I'm writing. He snuggled up, then went back to sleep. THIS is why I love my life.

Yesterday I was looking at photographs of Frank pre-age four, when Beckett was born. He was just as much of a snuggler. We had a conversation about how we don't snuggle anymore, and its just like Frank to make sure that now we do. Since our conversation he walks up and hugs me and then just holds on and holds on and holds on, and then asks if we can sit and snuggle.

And Doug, is funny and positive and helpful. It used to be I'd come home and he'd be reading the paper or watching the news and he didn't really acknowledge me that much, or take note of the fact that I was bringing boxes o' stuff into the house. Now, everyday (just about) he helps me bring all my stuff in, may seem insignificant, but the bottom line is he's connected, plugged in, participating, involved. And all those things are Doug when he's happier.