Wonder and joy...
So, I'm at work right now, sorting through packages while listening to music on my cell phone when on comes "Ribbons Undone", by Tori Amos. Now, while danaewinters might be a huge Tori Amos fan, I'm only one in passing (it's not that she's not good, but just that she usually doesn't speak to me very much) and so I don't have more than two of her songs on my favorites playlist, and the other is there more for the music than the lyrics. But "Ribbons Undone" is different, because it speaks so very much of something that I know so well, the boundless wonder and joy of a happy little girl who you love so very much.
And as it came on, I started to think about how much joy she has given me and how very grateful I am to have her as my daughter. I really am overwhelmed by everything that she is and how much her own delightfully tweaked, brilliant and yet still joyfully innocent little person. To her, the world is a playground filled with love, light and life, and seeing it through her eyes reminds me of how wonderful it is.
And at the same time, I also thought of how absolutely amazing and so very different is my son, as well, who is proudly named after my father and grandfather. He is just as smart (if perhaps a tad more distractible), filled with his own joy that often comes through in loud yells and physical bombardments. And yet he can be brought to rest quite quickly with books he really loves and the most difficult puzzles imaginable that he still solves with ease. Where my daughter looks at life like a playground, he seems to see things as a maze that he chooses to solve at his leisure (with occasional bounces off the wall).
These thoughts so consumed me that I felt an absolute need to write them down, to share them with my loved ones. These two have made my life truly meaningful and I am so very, very grateful for them both, and to their mother danaewinters for giving them to me. Life truly is beautiful.
And as it came on, I started to think about how much joy she has given me and how very grateful I am to have her as my daughter. I really am overwhelmed by everything that she is and how much her own delightfully tweaked, brilliant and yet still joyfully innocent little person. To her, the world is a playground filled with love, light and life, and seeing it through her eyes reminds me of how wonderful it is.
And at the same time, I also thought of how absolutely amazing and so very different is my son, as well, who is proudly named after my father and grandfather. He is just as smart (if perhaps a tad more distractible), filled with his own joy that often comes through in loud yells and physical bombardments. And yet he can be brought to rest quite quickly with books he really loves and the most difficult puzzles imaginable that he still solves with ease. Where my daughter looks at life like a playground, he seems to see things as a maze that he chooses to solve at his leisure (with occasional bounces off the wall).
These thoughts so consumed me that I felt an absolute need to write them down, to share them with my loved ones. These two have made my life truly meaningful and I am so very, very grateful for them both, and to their mother danaewinters for giving them to me. Life truly is beautiful.