One day last week I sat at my usual table in the food court of the mall on my lunch break. Before I could begin unpacking my humble little lunch, I heard a screeching sound somewhere ahead of me and looked up to see my niece. She was squirming in a high chair, vibrating with excitement, squealing my name, "Mimi! Mimi!" and waving her arms over her head as if on a sinking ship, though she was only two tables away. I am so grateful for Ella, for her visits with her mother while I work, for our lunches together, the three of us (or four if Grandma's present, or five if Mads is there, too). I am grateful for the friend Ella is to my little boy. I am grateful for how excited she is, always, to see me, and I hope she continues to be excited to see me as she grows. I am grateful for the reminder in that excitement to be the kind of person, always, that deserves to be so admired by a creature such as Ella.
I am Grateful:
- to catch snippets of laughter as I walk through the mall; I am grateful for simple human mirth.
- to Wolfman, for building a tepee for Martigan in our living room.
- for an article in AAA's Go Magazine about Halloween events at east coast amusement parks, and the opportunity it provides to daydream aloud about the future a little with Wolfman.
- to Wolfman for fixing the drippy kitchen sink that was driving me so crazy, and doing it in the midst of an otherwise terrible week--the surprise of a not-at-all drippy sink, of that one thing being fixed, was almost deliriously blissful.
- for both the novelty and smell of watermelon-scented dog shampoo.
- to meet our neighbor, JoJo, during a walk, who invites me and Mads to take a tour of her chicken coop.
- that Sea Change is not one of the Beck CD's my little brother, Dusty, pilfered from my collection, because it is the perfect sound for getting Mads in a mellow mood before bed.
- for the way sinking into bed feels so particularly pleasurable some nights.
- for the opportunity to inspect and touch (pet in the case of leathers and reptile skins) truly opulent designer bags at work--that gorgeous crocodile skin Brahmin bag, in particular: I'm thinking of you.
- for fat tomatoes from my mother-in-law's garden.
- for being some of the first visitors to the Halloween aisles at Target, and getting to touch all the buttons on the displays while they still actually work.
- for the $1 plastic jack-o-lantern pail, a classic, Martigan picks up without any coaxing from us and carries throughout the store, and for the anticipation of taking him trick-or-treating for the first time this year.