Monday, December 10, 2012
Money Shot Monday: Cocoa Dog
We spent the morning with a cute little friend, deciphering baby gibberish and decoding the mysteries of cloth diapers.
We spent the evening (Cory and I) eating dinner at one of those Amish "restaurants" where you sit at long tables in the basement of an Amish home and eat roast beef and noodles and homemade bread with jam off Corelleware plates, circa 1980.
It was a good day.
But my Money happened right in the middle, sharing cups of cocoa and cinnamon toast with my three favorite short people. Calvin told jokes, "What do you call a 3 ducks in a box? A box of quackers!" Ruby said the cocoa tasted like hot dogs and drank it anyway.
The first real flakes of snow fell fat to the ground and we all knew we were lucky.
Right now the days feel both long and short. There's a lot to do and no desire to do it.
Moments like these are my grounding force. These faces chase my blues away even as they're causing them. They're a wonder, a miracle. They're all I ever wanted.
How 'bout you?