Rasberry Patch

Every day I get an email from StoryPeople. Most of them are compelling stories, some more so than others. Today's particularly touched my heart:

My great-grandmother sent us out to pick raspberries in her garden while she watched the first moon walk on TV. You'll have plenty of time to see things like that, she said, but those raspberries were carried overland by your great-great-grandfather. She was very wise. I see pictures of the moon walk all the time, but all I have left from him is the memory of those sun-warmed raspberries.

Drinky

When Beckett is thirsty he always says, "Mom, I'm drinky." It drives Doug crazy, but I think it's cute. My grandmother used to tell me that when I was hungry I would say, "I hun-gy." She thought it was adorable.

The other story she told often was that one day I was walking up the cellar stairs and stubbed my toe. Out came, "Jesus Christ!" She and my grandfather overheard me say it, and she said, "Heather, what did you just say?" I responded, "Oh, that's just a little prayer I say sometimes." Good catch for a three-year-old I'd say.

Beckett watched Zababoomafou today. It reminded me that it was one of the only television shows Frank watched when he was little. We all loved Zabou. Which also reminded me that when he was four, he would set his Timon and Pumba up in front of the television to watch the show with him. It made me sad at the time. I suppose an only child feeling the pain of an only child, although I doubt he felt what I was feeling. After all, he had a little brother on the way.

Once

Is there anyone who didn't immediately fall in love with the Oscar-winning song, "Falling Slowly," during the awards show last week? Oh my gosh. If I hadn't seen Damien Rice live and didn't know better, I certainly could've sworn it was him singing. It's simply one of those songs I'll love forever.