A Happy Friday
Recently I had my two littlest boys all to myself on a Friday morning.
It was a special morning.
Providentially, they were able to watch real dump trucks and loaders at work
while I pumped gas and see other machines at work as we drove around town.
Little One called “Buppy” for every cow and/or horse that came in view.
Little Boy calling out as we pass a variety of different construction machinery.
(A school is being built not far from our house.)
We had a sweet Greenway walk- during which I had to wrap Little Boy
in my big, oversized coat and tuck him snugly back into the stroller.
It was 37 degrees and I was not prepared! Thankfully,
I was warm from walking and wearing layers.
We also got to see two brilliant cardinals, hear a woodpecker, and see- what
I think was a bluebird…right next to us.
We got home.
Little Boy zooms across the room. Stops. Bends over and holds his arms straight-directly behind him.
Vrooms- and flies around the room with arms horizontal at his sides.
I am watching all of this, enjoying a coffee at the kitchen table.
He flies to me.
“I’m an airplane.” He says.
Then seriously, golden eyebrows twitching expressively:
“This is how I transform into a man…”
He stops still. Straight. And shoots both arms straight down tight against his body. Shoulders hunched up. Body tight and straight.
“Now I’m an airplane!” He launches arms and again- flies happily through the room.