Being in love ...

When her eyes meet mine, I know she is in love.  I am too, because she melts my heart every moment of her lively being.  The thought of losing her, or the bond between us, scares me.  There is no one else like her in my life.  She makes me laugh and feel blessed every moment that she shares with me. 

I think he is in love with me too, in his own ways.  A boy's love is less romantic.  It is a lot more of the desire that I approach him with hugs and kisses.  His demands from me are practical ... "I am thirsty mommy," "when are we going home?", and "why do I have to learn how to play piano?  I hate piano!"  But when I went away two weeks ago, he was the one who repeatedly told me, "I miss you, Mommy.  When are you coming back?"  He was the one who emailed me repeatedly, begging for a response. 

A girl and a boy!  Now I should know all about the ways of people since on an emotional level, we never become "adults".

The Tickle Button

Three days ago, after we got home, I heard Artimus coined the struggle we go through daily as "the tickle button" problem.  Here is the tickle button.

The struggle is as much her uncontrollable laugher and withdrawal from my hands trying to unbutton it as my hands getting weaker from wanting to laugh about it myself. 

Yes, she now wears glasses.  I did buy her the non-glare lens but she broke those in less than a week. These replacements, for some reason, has no non-glare coating. 

Finally ... I found my way back into this blog

Dear follower, I am back.  Not sure how I was locked out of this blog but I finally found my way in.  Please stay tuned.  There were so many moments of thoughts I want to share for eternity.  -JW