Resurrection

"Your bag is purple Carrie" he holds up the bag with his little hands and its almost as tall as he is, "Purple is my favorite color!"
He begins to run around the house screaming, " I LOVE PURPLE!!!"
ahh the energy of a three year old. I am a cleaning lady for their household. Every time I come to clean  he is excited to see me, hoping to be able to vacuum and mop. I'm not sure if he'll ever learn to mop or vacuum or dust from his parents. They have a cleaning lady so why would he? So I make it my point to have patience and show him while I'm there. He is the sweetest little guy with the biggest eyes. There has always been a metal piece that looks like a part of a music box hanging around their house. Today as I was dusting and after he was done running around he wound it up. It began to slowly to stutter "You are my Sunshine" My nephew Steve's favorite song. I only know its his favorite because Molly (my sister in law) would sing it to him and he apparently liked it. The last time I sang it was at his funeral, choking it out. I had my back turned to him, as what I assumed to him holding and watching the tiny player turning in his hand. They have a big old rustic house and the notes chimed and collied against the ceiling, floors and walls only to come back at me. It was so quiet except for that song. I stayed dusting the mantel my back turned as I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. Here was a little guy, three years old, and here was my memory of Steve who didn't make it to one whose birthday would have been tomorrow.  He let it play out the whole way through, each note ringing melodically and slowly, then he turned to me and said, "That's our song". I tried to fight back the tears, to look normal and choked out, "oh that's a really good song"

Tomorrow is Steve's birthday. He would have been 1 years old. I'm so happy that I had a chance to meet him. He had such an amazing spirit. He made it through 3 open heart surgeries, I mean not to brag. I am blessed even though it feels a little empty I have to remind myself of that. Even though I have to work the whole day I plan to do all the things that I really love about life. Like love the people that are important to me, eat cookies, go for a run. I think that I'll do extra special stuff every year on this day. Do all the stuff I love about life in celebration of Steve.

On New Years Eve while waiting for the ball to drop I cut up confetti. It took me almost a half hour! Then when the ball dropped my husband and I took hand fulls of confetti and tossed them into the air and danced around in them screaming. It was done in about ten seconds probably. After looking at all the tiny of pieces on the floor we both sighed and said "wow, that was really fun". It kind of reminded me of Thanksgiving dinner a meal that takes hours to make but you eat it in ten minutes. Once my husband and I climbed a mountain in WA, it took over four hours, and we were only at the top for about twenty minutes because the top had snow on it and was so cold. Never once during any of these things has it ever come across the mind "That was a total waist of time". Today do something special, or something time consuming that makes you appreciate the wonderful wonders of a wild world.