Miscellaneous Maya

Maya: "Can we go to Big Owl's?! [Big Al's, a bowling / rec center nearby] Please, Mama?! I want to play hair hockey! [air hockey]".

Yesterday, while playing Superheroes (and their various heroic rescues of her stuffed animals), in panicked shriek: "MAMA!!! Teddy is about to get run over by a car!!! He's STUCK!!! He needs HELP!!!" Me, sprawled on the floor, tired: "I'm stuck too, buddy." Maya, quick glance at me by her feet, in a not-amused casual tone: "You're not stuck." Back to the shrieking panic: "MAMA!!! Teddy is about to get run over by a car!!!..." Etc.

Others

I came for a quick cheerful update. But without fail, first I read the other blogs. The passing of a sweet boy from cancer. The memories of a child lost to HLHS. Goodness, by the time I get to our blog, I feel like I'm crawling in on my knees burdened by overwhelming, heavy, relentless gratitude for myriad of undeserved moments other parents will not share. My thoughts and reflections on the smallest, minute parts of our days are magnified infinitely through a lense of others' loss. Dear God... never let me take this for granted.