pretty long roar, huh?

sitting with my 4 year old son. he's drinking a homemade smoothie. he looks like the purple pie man, with his blackberry handlebar mustache. he practicing his roars....and his dad's, and his little brother's....all in various pitches and lengths. this kid amuses me. he talks darn near constantly. not sure where he gets that. ahem. his heart and his capacity for expressing love are wonderous to me. his little brother...X-Games athlete in the making. fearless...but the same tender, expressive love. i feel so blessed and i hope they keep this quality.

sitting in this funky little fixer upper today, i feel content. this house is like me...solid foundation...cosmetically challenged, some rough edges and plumbing problems...but charming and warm and inviting. it's a house that likes to hug, and likes to be loved back. it feels happiest when full of laughter and good smells. it's nice to feel this way...after a spell of unrest, of uncertainty, of disconnect. it's nice to sit here, listening to the sounds of my kids playing, a vase of spring buds on my table, next to a window looking out onto the back deck, while a roast chicken bursts lemoney, peppery goodness out of the oven. it's good to be back.