Today is Good Friday. Along with remembering the Friday afternoon when I witnessed the death of a Lamb, I'm...
Hearing: Giggles. Squeaks. Scriptures. The youth at our church laughing and having fun as we played games and had a lesson during the service.
Seeing: Sunshine. Smiles. Friends. Ah, friends. Tonight, the winding roads and wonky cities of a game of Carcassonne with Clint. The blue cover and black and white pages of my most recent read: Surprised by Oxford. I see Oxford in my mind's eye, and I miss it.
Smelling: Rain. The diaper trash can (eew! 'Sposies are so much worse than cloth!). The sweet cleanness of olive oil soap during Lucy's bath.
Tasting: Poppy bagel with cream cheese, my favorite breakfast. Roti with cheese. Roti with chocolate chips. Leftover chana curry. Spiced rum and milk.
Feeling: Wriggling baby, on the diaper table, in the bathtub, in my arms. Hungry. Tired. Tense with frustration: at circumstances and at myself for having such a short fuse these days. Loved. Forgiven. Relaxed to be having fun with the man I love.