I can't say when I've had such a lovely one. It has been, well, I can't even describe it. And nothing, nothing happened out of the ordinary. No checks came in the mail, no agent called who wanted to represent me, no one gave birth here or told me I was beautiful. My house is still a mess, I am still too big for my jeans.
But despite it's ordinariness, this has just been a day where my heart has been so light that I can barely hold on to it.
So here. Here are pictures. I want to share them with you because when I am so sad I can barely get out of bed, I tell you and you hold your hands out to me and without them I might drown but today is so good that I want to whisper in your ear and say, See? It can be this way too. Remind me, please, on those sad days and I will remind you, too.
A boy watching chickens.
A chicken (Miss Betty) scratching in the Nandina.
A boy laughing.
A boy kissing a very old dog.
A boy worshipping his mother.
A Johnny-Jump-Up which has survived and bloomed from last winter.
And then this, probably the reason for my mood of such contentment, such joy:
My feet are bare and my shoulders are not tensed against the cold and I can feel everything frozen inside of me begin to melt.
Remind me of this day, okay? Remind me of how happy I was on this very, very ordinary, most remarkable day.
Happy Friday, y'all.
Love...Ms. Moon
I will remind you every day, to keep away the blues that are not ours, the clean, sky blue of serenity and peace, the joy of watching Owen grow and to know that you are loved, for no other reason that you are you.
ReplyDeleteThat boy! I'm so happy you're happy.
ReplyDeletea flower! that's enough to make anyone smile.
ReplyDeleteI'll remind you, as well as myself. I'm so happy for your wonderful day and envious of your temperature. I live in the nation's icebox.
ReplyDeleteA Robin.
ReplyDeleteMost possibly my favorite day of the year is the day the Robins fill the yard. Their migration passes through my yard. They fly in unnoticed and when a movement through the glass catches my eye I turn and stare - hundreds of Robins. Red breasts filling the yard hopping and listening for the worms beneath.
Perk up, the Robins are on their way - it's almost time and I think they must fill your yard too.
In the meantime, you have a good chicken chaser to keep your eyes staring.
Lovely pictures.
ReplyDeleteEvery.single.one.of.them.
Allegra- And that is why I purely love you.
ReplyDeleteSteph- And I'm happy you're taking a class in grape growing!
Lesbo- I know. Doesn't it have a sweet little face?
Sandra- I couldn't do it. I have to live where the trees never all go brown and where the air is mostly warm.
Girl Fires- I have already seen the robins in my yard and others. Brave little birds!
Oh Ms Moon, this makes me happy. Happy you're happy. Yes we need to remind each other. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteIt was warmer here today too, maybe 40 or so. I didn't wear my coat from the house to the car and I survived. I almost skipped.
Happy weekend. Oh and those pics of Owen are precious precious. Love his happy face. It just speaks for the entire post.
you make me so happy
ReplyDeletea very, very ordinary,most remarkable day~~ okay that just rocks !
ReplyDeleteMay I use that ?
And I will remind you. If you keep reminding us.
Bethany- Sometimes I feel like everything I do is just an excuse to present Owen to the world.
ReplyDeleteTiff- Then I have done my job.
Deb- You may certainly use it if you give me credit. And I will if you will.
Happy Friday! So wonderful that you got to spend the day with Owen, and that it's warm. :)
ReplyDeleteI'll remind you! And thank you for reminding us! And keep posting those photos of baby Owen. I love seeing him grow and smile and laugh. And in reference to your comment over at my blog, I think your life is a kind of prayer, and I don't think anything was meant about traditional prayer in that quote.
ReplyDeleteOhhh, the cutest little roundyheaded sweetheart. The cheeks!!
ReplyDeleteeverytime this happens to me, i think what? what is it i cannot capture other days?
ReplyDeleteIt's warm here too. Almost 40 I think. Funny how a day can just turn around for no apparent reason. Must be those pesky neurotransmitters.
ReplyDelete...there'd be days like this my mama said...
good days
Hi Ms Moon, I get what you're writing about - those ordinary days when everthing seems so...completely wonderful. According to a friend, I have a term for this: ordinary ecstacy. I doubt I coined the phrase, but in my wild imaginations I'm happy to claim it. I hope you get many more ordinary days!
ReplyDeleteSo so so cute that little one!
ReplyDeleteGinger- Such good things.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth- I know. As I said, we all have our definitions of prayer. I love you so.
Jo- We call him Squishy. I think the reason is obvious.
Maggie- I know!
Michelle- Amazing, isn't it?
Nigel- Thank you for coming by. I love ordinary ecstacy.
Pretty Things- I think so.
Just looking at that chuckling baby face and the baby adoring mom lightened my day. Thanks for sharing it with us Ms Moon. x0x0 N2
ReplyDeleteThose are the best kind of days, and I wish my hormones would cooperate on a daily basis and allow me such pure bliss as you describe, Ms. Moon.
ReplyDeleteHe laughs now?? DAmn! I gotta get over there before he starts talking!
ReplyDeleteJust seeing that it's 70 somewhere out there, makes me feel all the warmer. It's only 42 here, which doesn't feel so bad after weeks of ZERO! Keep warm!
ReplyDeleteLove that picture of Miss Betty! She's a looker. I couldn't even see the rooster abuse.
ReplyDeleteHow, how, HOW can you go from freezing to that temperature in such a short time? You live in a freaky place, Ms. Moon. And that temperature would make anyone happy in the middle of winter.
ReplyDelete(Am going to keep shaking my head in disbelief for another hour or so.)
Lovely, lovely photos. Thank you.
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