Today was a very good day, indeed. It was one of those days where I managed to get a bunch of housework done and - more importantly - spent some quality time with both kids.
Halfway through the day Pumpkin started begging to go on a "mommy date" with me. I wasn't sure how it was going to happen, as my parents were unavailable and I had no one to watch Linny Lumpkin. On a whim and a prayer I called my friend Shauna up the street (literally). Her daughter is only a month apart from Linny, and I was hoping they wouldn't mind taking on another. :) Thankfully she and her husband were happy to help so Pumpkin and I were able to see "Bedtime Stories". It was a surprisingly entertaining movie, and I was so glad the little guy had been so persistent. We had such a fun time together, plus Linny was in good hands and had a great play date of her own.
After I got the kids to bed, I started putting things away and found yet another box full of old cards, letters, and photos that I had forgotten about (I thought I organized all those)! So of course I started rummaging through, and now my heart is really full. Years of memories - the one middle school friend who wrote after I moved, high school memories, tales from friends during the first year of college, dear friends from Seattle, sweet letters from old beaus that I'd tried on for size who didn't fit and quietly slipped away (but I had them, once upon a time!), postcards from travels, and the dozens and dozens of cards from the oldest and dearest friends one could ask for - graduations, new jobs, marriages, births. Newsletters that started out as newlyweds honeymooning transformed into proud parents. Here and there are endearing notes from co-workers or friends who were only in my life for a moment, but whose parting words made all the difference. I want to write them all right now and let them know what a difference their notes made - how I look to them for encouragement even now. Maybe the world really is my oyster, as one said.
So much love and life is held in those small sheets of paper, and I've barely even begun. Proof that so many people have touched my life, and hopefully, I've touched a few myself.
Yes, I'm being sentimental now, but as I think of the "toss" pile sitting on my bed, I wonder if I should just hold on to them so I can have another moment like this. Such spurts of pure gratitude and love are hard to catch. But two in one day? Magic. :)
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