|Sean Connery. Where you expecting someone else?
On Saturday we cuddled on the couch, eating store bought cookies and hugging fluffy bunnies with ironic names. We watched movies and had a dance party and ate pizza and we went home full.
Next morning someone woke up with an amazing rash. We fretted and worried and waited for Monday when the Doctor’s In.
In the meantime we ate Ben and Jerry’s and we crafted for Christmas and talked about life and who’s in charge of “Gum”. Shel calls the Lego Gollum (from Lord of the Rings), “Gum” much to Q’s annoyance. Gum’s a hot commodity in our house because he eats raw fish.
That last sentence was one I never thought I’d write.
When Monday came we kept on crafting and talking about dragons and fire. We went to the doctor and everyone is fine, just ignore the red spots covering every inch of our five year old skin. We can still push the kid cart at the grocery store. We can still insist on weighing everything before we put it in the cart.
Then Tobin fell on his face and I drove into the sunset with blood on my shirt.
Two comforting x-rays later we walked out of the Dentist’s office; a duck face and a tired momma. The North Star was out, and I drove into the darkness. All was calm, all was bright.
My world has bloody faces and rashes. My world has broken hearts and brand new yellow tights with a run in them.
The more I live, the more I eat ice cream and paint. There’s a contrast to the world here, the ugly and the beautiful. Lately I’ve been straying to the beautiful side, and I’m not going to feel guilty about it. There’s always a dark side here, but I’ll keep to the brightly painted, fluffy bunny side. I’ll take my dragons with washable markers.
“The perception of beauty is a moral test” -Henry David Thoreau