Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Love is...

when you get up at four a.m. to walk the floor with someone who can't stop coughing (and never make it back to bed before the alarm goes off)...

when you can laugh at your husband for taking an empty baby wipe bag full of old dirty diapers to daycare, instead of a new bag of baby wipes...

when the extravagant kindness of family is showered on you for no good reason other than that they love you, too...

when you start to cry while singing the song from 'Dumbo' to your child (you know, the song they play when Dumbo goes to visit his mommy in jail and she holds him with her trunk from between the bars... always a favorite lullaby) because she just breaks your heart...

when it's very cold outside, and your husband comes home from work and climbs into bed and snuggles up against your back to get warm, and then puts a hand on the baby to feel it kicking...

I suppose I have lots to be grateful for this Thanksgiving.

2 comments:

Julie said...

I got your comment about Raisin's hair. I tried to email you back, but I must have had the wrong address.

Anyway, thanks for the comment. And where have you gone!? I've missed reading your posts. I hope everything is OK.

Jane said...

Sorry. I suck. Bigtime. :(