I was going to slave away on this “rainy” Sunday in my self-contained world of Photoshop and Lightroom.
I was going to upload about 200 photos. Then the day dawned sunny and I realized that the weather forecast was wrong, and I decided I’d rather spend my day in “Wonderland” with Scarlet and Des. Wonderland is on my mind. Mostly, because Scarlet wears an Alice dress at least once a week. And also because I saw this trailer on the Happy. Pretty. Sweet. blog and I got excited.
Isn’t it fascinating when there are books, movies and TV shows that make the main character question what is real, and what is only in their mind? I can’t stand ambiguous endings, in which you have to make your own decision about what was real, and what was fake. What was magical, and what was very un-magical. I can never decide anything but what I want it to be. Proof. Solid proof. Of magic or other worlds. Can you imagine if real life was like that? I imagine for some it is. You go about your day and experience many seen and unseen wonders, and someone is there to tell you none of it happened at all. Except in your mind.
Someone else is there to tell you that it did happen, in and outside of your mind.
Anyway..uh..Happy Monday! We went to the Big E on Friday and on Saturday we went to UConn to celebrate my father-in-law’s birthday. It was one of those (rare) days in which there are no meltdowns or diaper mishaps or arguments or tears. It just flowed. Many friends and family members, and both kids brought out their best for the party. Scarlet was affectionate and talkative and whimsical, and she didn’t once say a foul word or scream. Des showed everyone his climbing and cruising skills, and ripped out a bunch of new words for everyone. He generally doesn’t do anything you want on command, but he was generous.
Please note, life is not always like this. Life is not often like this. We have lots of hiccups and things aren’t always what they seem, or what they appear to be. After all, this is Wonderland. Lots of strange animals and costumes and imagination.
Plenty of fear and pain that gets washed away, or should I say – rolled away, in great, mountainous group hugs.
At the end of the day, if we can have great, mountainous group hugs, then we’re doing something right. My favorite parts of our days are often just before bedtime, when Des is giggling and singing “Twinkle, Twinkle” and Scarlet is trying to outdo him, but sounding very pitchy. (don’t tell her I said that). And everyone is in snuggly, mismatched pajamas. And it’s like we’re rolling away the hard parts of the day. Literally. We roll. They roll. I photograph. Sometimes I roll too. Those are great, great days.
On great, great days, there are floor tickles too:
Sometimes I get sad that I’ll have to tell her about all of the magical things she believes in that aren’t real.
Mostly I get happy that I’ll get to show her all of the magical things she believes in that are real.
Hope you all had weekends filled with sunshine and great, mountainous, rolling group hugs.