Ode to a Seven Year Old

It is no secret that I am in love.

I am in love with his blue eyes and his sour breath.

I am love with his view of the world, his innocence, his loose front teeth and the way he can't remember time sequence.

"Is it tomorrow or the other tomorrow?"

"Is June the summer?"

"Do I have extra time?"

"Is it bednight?"

I am so in love with him, it actually hurts.

And I don't care who knows it.

Tonight, we read Mike Mulligan and his Steam Shovel. Remember this book?
It was published in 1939. My mother read it to me when I was a child. I have read it to all my children.

Rob really liked it because he was fascinated with construction equipment.

Gush. I am in love with Rob, too. But he has whiskers and high cholesterol and it would be considered inappropriate for me to say too much more....

Michael, on the other hand, still fits in the curve of my lap. He thinks (no he understands) that I run the universe. And he is still so freshly placed upon this earth that he can accept what is true without question.



Michael says, "Worry about nothing, pray about everything".

"Jesus loves all of us".

I am so grateful that I am an old mom.

Peter Pan, Power Rangers, Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny....I've got them all! And we all know that it doesn't last forever.

Each day, I see the world through the eyes of my sweet boy. He reminds me of the important stuff.

God, goodness, wonder and sweaty feet!

If you want a thrill, pick up Mike Mulligan and his Steam Shovel. Find a chair. Sit and read it, again.

Mike Mulligan and Mary Ann are still heating the City Hall of "Popperville".

Together.

Sigh.

~J

Basketball Season - A Hoops Whodunit

A "Hoops Whodunit"?

Okay, relax. No one has been murdered. At least not yet.

Instead of "whodunit", I should say "whodoesn't".

Who doesn't love the spirit tunnel.....


And the national anthem...

Then, there's the huddle....1-2-3-TEAM....

I especially like the half time show, because of this....

And this....(Martha shaking her bootay)...

I wish I was a better photographer, because it would be so much more interesting if I could show you shots of the ACTION....the blood, sweat and tears...the agony and the defeat...and the veins popping out of my husband's neck....

Other than my poor photography skills and lack of the appropriate lens, there is also an element of fear buried in my subconscious that keeps me at a distance!

For protection, I stay close to another "whodoesn't"....the fans...

WHO DOESN"T appreciate the fans? Thanks, guys.

I am the luckiest woman in America. I spend my weekends in a gymnasium, with my family. Even Michael is there....mostly playing tag in the lobby, but it counts. He has his "basketball game family".

I treasure the moments of community....
The behind-the-scenes hilarity....

The greasy fries....
I feel like I should say this in a whisper, but....this has been a successful season. We are champions of a higher sort, even if the "record" doesn't reflect a lot of wins. I always measure things from an eternal perspective not a secular one.

2010-2011.....we done good.

It will be nice to have a Friday night at the homestead, and I am glad that we can finally eat supper before 9 pm but I am already thinking about next season.

And "whodoesn't" love that?

~J