Like the sight of my firstborn and current lastborn...
And the sound (I wish I had a video) of the laughter that poured forth from my boys as they played Apples to Apples together during our afternoon quiet time. It wasn't very quiet, but oh, it was a sweet noise. :)
And the sight of peaches, two bushels of them, fresh from the over-the-hill orchard.
And then...
...Shav got stung by a bee. :( He was playing outside this evening; and he, David, and Tobin were down in the grass, pretending to be animals with superpowers. It was late enough in the evening (and late enough in the season) that I would not have expected a bee to be present, but there it was, and it got him.
Screams erupted. Howls, lamentations, all kinds of noise uttered forth from his throat; and I was reminded that, although some people may take bee stings in stride, the Fisher children are not part of that group. I remembered how, when Josiah got his first bee sting years ago, he announced, through his wailing, that he was going to die and then insisted that we take him to the hospital. I believe half the county heard him. ;-) Rather than putting him into the car to race off to the hospital, I laid him on the couch and then made a baking soda paste to put on the sting. Amazingly, he made a full recovery! ;-)
As did Shav tonight, who, after the baking soda treatment, got put in the bathtub; and by the time he got out, he didn't utter a single complaint the rest of the night about his stung thumb. What a miraculous turn-around! ;-)
The bee sting certainly diminished the overall joy of the day, but even the trauma of that painful event couldn't erase the beauty. Everything was just so...
...BEAUTIFUL!
DAVENE! My heart is racing, my eyes are popping out, my lips are smiling, my head is bursting with thoughts that there may yet be hope for mankind in this world after all!!! Your brooms! The picture of your brooms stood PROPERLY in the corner, ON THEIR HANDLES!!!! I want to jump up and down and shout for joy! No one else, and I mean absolutely no one else I have ever met outside my immediate family, will park a broom properly. They all stand them on their bristles and ruin the broom. I have turned around brooms everywhere I have gone when I see them silently ruining away trying to stand on their bending, weak bristles. It is such a simple, common-sense thing, that I can't understand why in the world people don't park their brooms properly. My grand-daddy Gardner taught us kids how to use a broom properly and he taught us the utmost importance of always standing the broom on its handle whenever we weren't using it. To this day, I can NOT stand to see a broom parked any other way. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for giving me this hope and joy!
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