"They don't make 'em like they used to." The nice man said as he hefted the big green bench into my car.
I garbage picked again.
Driving into our neighborhood on one of the nicer streets this couple was hauling a beautiful green bench... to the street! I turned around and went back and asked them if I could take it. They were so super nice- it was a good quality item but they had it for many years. They carried it back up their driveway while I dropped off the kids to make room. I came back and there they were still waiting, and they even put it in my car.
It wasn't until I got home that I realized maybe I should have offered them something for it? I might drop a card on their doorstep. I should do that.
I raked the leaves in our front yard by moonlight because I needed the air and I'm embarrassed by how nice the neighbor's yards look. I want stuff like that to matter to me, too, so I thought they'd appreciate it in the morning. It felt good.
In my dream last night the kids were riding bikes and there were little trees swaying all around us, and I put my face to the sun and told myself to write this down, to remember when the trees were small and moved like that.
Some other things from this time that I don't ever want to forget:
- The way Carter moves his hands when he explains something.
- My early early early mornings with Noah before he gets on the bus.
- Looking over at Ivy in bed this morning and seeing her baby face. It comes back when she sleeps.
- How much she's been asking about God, and did he move to Ohio, too? And asking why is that girl singing "we are never ever ever getting back together" again?
- How cute Gray is HOW CUTE HE IS and how good he is and how he waits at the bus stop while I watch from the window.
- The chipmunks and the squirrels and how there was a time I could just look out the window and watch and be truly silly happy.
- Reaping the bounty after saying no and letting go and how good a slow life feels, to have more time than commitments (note to self: please revisit if you slip and forget. Make it happen again.)