Friday Blabble.

A few things;

• My boys are mad about Lego's. All three of them. It is a freestyle Lego party nearly every day around our home. They come up with some cool creative creations. Here is one Oscar constructed a while back.

• There are so many flies in our house recently. So Reece and I have become a fly fighting duo. I stealthily try to swat at them with a damp dish rag. And when I actually do make a kill and the fly drops to the ground, Reece is right there to gobble it up. I get the sport and satisfaction of hunting down the dirty bug, and Reece comes in and cleans up the mess for me. I know I sound heartless, but come on. I am talking about annoying disgusting flies here, not hummingbirds!

• I was so relieved to hear a faint chorus of crickets tonight on my evening walk with Reece. They provide such a comforting sound for me. The last couple of evenings have been so wet and cold I could scarcely hear them at all. I am already missing the warmth of the summer evenings and the loud choir of crickets. Oh how bittersweet the changing of the seasons can be. Unless of course we are saying goodbye to winter. I am rarely sad about saying goodbye to winter.

• I had two spidey men running around my house today.  I love having them around. Thanks for the extra costume Aunt Rachael. Just me and my spider-boys, playing games, digging in the sand box and eating Hulk noodles for lunch. Hulk noodles = pasta tossed with pesto. They seem to like pesto better when I tell them that it is really squished up Hulk guts.

 

• Also! Yesterday Bryan lovingly informed me that occasionally I have typos and/or grammatical errors here on my blog. My reply to him was, “Yup. I am sure I do.” I don’t catch every writing error. If that bugs you, I am sorry. I am human, not a grammar machine. Nor do I have the time to triple and quadruple check my posts. I am lucky to just publish a post.



On The Eve Of My 28th Year.

I went for a walk tonight on the eve of my 28th birthday. That isn't really earth-shattering news or anything, but Reece and I like to take walks together after dark, especially in the summer time. Most walks we take together are calming and rejuvenating to the both of us. I crave the chorus of the August crickets. They are loud and thick. Tonight it felt they were singing just for me, "Happy birthday Helen, we are glad you are here with us on earth at this time. Be well, be well, be well."  The warmth on an evening of this month feels much like a comfortable, and well-worn blanket. Not much more clothing than a shirt, shorts and flip-flops are needed, and the simplicity of that feels good to me. The dark silhouettes of the catalpas, the maples, the pines, against the backdrop of a slightly lighter starry starry sky cause me to breath in the smell of summer with deeper contentment.

As we continued to walk I was overcome with gratitude for the 28 years I have had here so far. They have been filled with so much good, and so much real beauty. The majority of which has stemmed from the many genuine and tender relationships that have been, and that are currently a part of my existence. My eyes got a bit teary as my mind filled with the many blessings I have been given over the years. They have not, and they do not cease.

I think there is something cosmically magical about walking in the relative stillness of night. It feels good to let my mind wander where it will. When I stop trying to lead my thoughts, and instead let them lead me, I am often overcome with truths that are made clearer. It is as if there is someone aware of me (and I believe that there certainly is, more than one someone too). Someone who knows me. Who knows my ears are open and my mind is receptive to the guiding bits of wisdom they will whisper to my mind, my heart. Most often the whispered wisdom's are small hints, and on rare occasions they have been concise directions, but they are always, always meant for me. I am compelled to listen, and when I do my life is so much better because I did.

Highly suspect.

Most likely suspect in the case of the disappearing eggs.

Reece.

Duh.