The ChiClone. We have it.
The wind has been furiously blowing and gusting for the last couple days. The windows bow and the construction dirt flies. This means that I haven’t been outside much since Monday.
While I paced the apartment this afternoon with Benton, Justin texted that he would be home a little late. I was a bit sad, but not broken since he is usually home at a decent hour.
Our pacing ended in the bedroom and we sat on the floor by the window. I was busy thinking about silly grown up things when I noticed that B was enthralled with the curtains. Or what was behind the curtains. The wind that was keeping me inside was making the trees into manic shadow puppets in front of the setting sun. He was absolutely mesmerized.
I was instantly reminded that everything is new to this little person. There is very little that has been sorted into the BAD or GOOD categories in his little mind. Everything just falls into the NEW bucket. He doesn’t see the wind as being a drag. It is just a tree puppeteer that is performing for his personal entertainment.
I let him lay there and watch and kick until the sun set behind the neighboring apartment building. I thought back to a post I wrote in May. My friend, Amber, had made a comment about someday watching the sunlight dance with my baby. She said it would be magical.
Well, it was.
And now I shall swallow my pride and sing Mr Sun to you in my mom voice. I must really love you people.