Meandering

Happy Memorial Day.

This weekend, I explored what being a single parent would be like, and decided against it. Vehemently. No idea how to pronounce that, by the way.

The chicklets and I have been having fun dropping money at the Nike Employee Store {thanks again Gene and Vicki! And underpaid Korean workers…} and getting soaked at the Children’s Museum, and doing triathlons together, and watching movies, and guarding chocolate fountains at wedding receptions, and waiting for daddy to come back home.

Also, here’s a quote from one of my very favorite books by Jonathan Safran Foer:

“Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?”

I can’t get over what a beautiful idea that is. Now, every time I see a bird, I think about someone laughing.

Well, actually, first I cringe because of my irrational fear of birds pooping on my head. Then I think about someone laughing. What can I say, I’m a work in progress.

Today the sun came out! It doesn’t get much better than bright sunshine on Memorial Day when the forecast says nothing but clouds and rain. As if we needed another reminder that Heavenly Father loves us.

Anyway. I think I used to have a vague direction and purpose to this blog post, but it’s long gone by now. Oh well. I guess you just get my cognitive meanderings today. And I'm okay with that. I guess it's not always a race from point A to point B. Meandering is okay sometimes. Joy in the journey, as mom would say.

Today for Memorial Day, we

read Charles Dickens quotes

and {attempted to} play Children’s Corner on the piano

and ate hot tamales

and wished we were closer to the Provo Cemetery

and wished we could do something

and remembered.