Nothing To Write About...Or So I Thought

It's been a good week. Filled with the usual.

Trips to the grocery store. Stepping on dinosaurs. Watching Curious George for the 27th time. Kisses in threes to the hubbie as he leaves for work and then steps back through the door in the early evening. Amazement at the steadily growing size of the belly...and many other areas of the body that seem to tag along for the ride. Singing Jesus Loves Me and Jingle Bells a bit prematurely on the comfort of the keep-it-til-it-falls-apart-couch with a guitar that seriously needs to be tuned.

All of the mundane that is so very beautiful.

I pray from time to time as I'm hugging the little guy or snuggling with both of them that God will allow me to freeze this moment in my memory. That I'll remember it forever. I know when I'm 90, these will be the moments that I want to go back to. Not the camera-ready, big events that are hyped up throughout the year. I have a feeling it will be the sweet, and maybe even silent moments that I will long for the most years from now.

Laying in bed in the early morning when the sun is starting to rise, after the little guy has shuffled down the hall and cuddled between the two of us. Listening to him breath and wondering what he's dreaming about.

And even those not so quiet moments that undoubtedly await us in the next couple of months. Ok, years. Those moments when the baby is crying, the toddler is fussing, the pre-maternity clothes still don't fit and supper is just begging to be made and unfortunately not ordered. I know when I'm much older, I will long for those moments, too.

There is a country song that talks about this very thing. I've only heard it once on the radio, but I balled like a baby when I did. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vG9XfJxMY8A

Sitting down to the computer this morning, I wasn't planning to write much. I had intended to write about how nothing much had happened this week and link to my Aunt Rae's post from today about Autumn (http://frazierfauxpaus.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-ready.html). But, I guess there was more to write about - about nothing - than I thought.

Funny how that works out.