Some days almost everything feels right in the world.
A couple of nights ago The Hubs and I stayed up late discussing things that needed to be discussed. We had some horrible arguments in earlier years in our marriage, so even though our late night chat was difficult at the end of it I was encouraged. Encouraged by how far we've come in communication and encouraged by the fact that I can't remember the last time we've had a really bad argument.
Then last night we stayed up cackling (okay he laughed, I cackled) because right before I went to bed, I stumbled upon #sharkhymns for shark week on Twitter. Our contributions: "I'll Bite Away," "There is a balm in Gill-ead," "Shark the Herald Angels Sing," and "I Come to the Ocean Alone." Our favorites from other people, "Grace Greater Than All My Fins," "Jesus, Friend of Swimmers," and "I Have Decided to Swallow Jesus."
Thank goodness I believe God has a sense of humor.
This afternoon I looked over at Bubby in his play kitchen. I don't even remember now what he was doing, but all of a sudden he looked taller. And older. And I felt my heart get caught in my throat because he looked four going on fourteen. It was all I could do to not cry.
He loves to help his little brother. The other morning I spied them with animal flashcards out, and Bubby was saying the animals and encouraging Bugaboo to say them. Then yesterday I overheard the one-sided conversation, filled with older brother wisdom. "Scout licks her butt sometimes. She does. So you don't want to lick her."
I had a headache this afternoon, so I sat on the couch and watched the boys play near me. They were playing with all of the play kitchen stuff - mostly my mixing bowls and spoons from the real kitchen. Later in the afternoon I put on a DVD, but Bugaboo didn't want to watch. Instead he got up and resumed playing.
But here's the amazing thing. Normally he just walks around Bubby, banging the bowls and putting the felt food into the bowls. However, today he began to engage in pretend/imitating real life play. He was pretending to cook. "Cook cook cook." he said as he stirred the spoon in the bowl. Then he pretended to lick "i-cream" off a spoon, and then offered me the spoon to pretend to lick. This may seem small, but it is a very good thing. Thank You Jesus for milestones like this.
See? All feels right with the world tonight.