Business has been booming. But in between all this, I have found a ray of sunshine to bathe myself in. Figuratively and literally.
I have been utterly enjoying my daughter. I don’t know if it is her age and how delightful she is, or her smell that I find so intoxicating. Or if it’s the funny things she says. I feel like I can’t get enough of her.
Like today, we went to the grocery store. When we arrived she realized we had forgotten to bring her little shopping cart she likes to push around the store. I promised her that we could get her a little treat from the store as compensation. So we are in the frozen food aisle. To the right, there are buckets of ice cream. To her left are boxes of cookies. And the store manager is stocking shelves.
Gabrielle’s face lights up and she says to me, “Mommy! I know what I want for my treat!”
–I’m thinking, oh no! Cookies or Ice Cream?–
She says, “I want a stick of celery of my very own!”
“You sure are a Pender kid, Gabrielle.” I say to her smiling. The store manager is trying to muffle his laughter.
We get her a stick of celery and she gnaws it all the way to the till. Yum!
We have salad greens sprouting and the peas are finally uncurling and popping through the soil. But tomorrow is April and it feels like we should be more ahead in the garden than we are. Maybe last year the weather was already warmer. Today was the first day the deck was warm enough for a t-shirt. Gosh, it’s only March. What am I complaining about? And I’m really not.
The bees aren’t either.
I’ve been getting up early to run as the sun rises. It is so refreshing and starts off my day quietly, which I love. And it allows Marc to have the afternoons after work to build his cedar strip canoe.
When I was a kid, my brother was really into dinosaurs. He learned all about the different kinds, and what they ate, and what time period they lived. And through osmosis, I learned a lot about dinosaurs too.
We learn by the people around us and I am very fortunate to have a husband that is always learning something new. Right now, he’s learning how to build a canoe. Through osmosis, Gabrielle and I get to learn some of the steps too. As Marc drafts his canoe station molds, Gabrielle “drafts” her molds too, trying to imitate the lines he draws with careful precision. One moment, she is drawing plans for her canoe, the next she is hollering that hippo is having a baby!
This is a real conversation that recently happened in our house:
“Mommy! Come quickly, Hippo is having a baby!”
“Mommy! I can’t find the basket for Hippo’s placenta! Where is it? It’s coming and I don’t have a basket!!”
**Me looking at Marc with my hands raised like, Where does she come up with this stuff.**
He misinterpreted my gaze and retorts, “I don’t know where the Placenta Basket is!”
Happy April friends.