Thursday, March 27, 2008
Thinking on the Sweet
Tonight I'm not thinking on the rough stuff that happened—Caleb trying to manhandle me outside the house to take him for a car ride; Caleb eating porkchops, macaroni, and spinach by the fistfull; or Caleb peeing a small lake, on the floor next to the toilet—no, I am not. I mean I won't now. I will go to sleep thinking on the beautiful thing that happened. I sat at the table in his room, building with Legos. He sat on the end of his bed, looking through books, and also building with Legos. At some point, I noticed that he had placed his foot against mine and kept it that way for about ten minutes. He was calm during this time, and happy. So was I.