The weather outside this last week was truly a blessing and everything was crying for a watering and a cleaning up. The only thing that kept me from cleaning out the flowerbeds was the weather guru's supposed well earned knowledge. Their knowledge hinted at the fact that we're supposed to get over a foot of snow by Monday. I simply laugh because maybe 10% of the time are they correct for our area. Dad explained it as a geographical bowl of sorts that we live in here. He also mentioned that a sign at the rest area between Torrington and Cheyenne explained it rather well. I promised that one day we would take that route on our way to Colorado just so I could read that sign. That might help explain to me the weather gap we live in here. That's another story for another day! Despite the lack of outdoor cleaning, Aiden and I spent so much time outside it was amazing. He scooted around on his knees or his belly chasing around the bugs that are starting to emerge. Pressing his face into the sidewalk watching them crawl. Smelling them. I'm sure he tried eating a few. Complete awe and concentration on his face as he tried figuring out exactly what those things were. Everything is now "bug".
He would stand or sit there in complete bliss every time the wind would pick up just enough to brush his hair. No matter what he was doing he would close his eyes, open his mouth, saw awwwww and flap his arms like he was trying to take flight.
We spent an hour or so a day sitting in the crunchy grass blowing bubbles. He wanted more "bubo" everytime they were popped. I couldn't blow them fast enough. I kept thinking of anything that might have been bothering me and blew it away everytime I'd blow a bunch of bubbles. It was such amazingly cheap and fun therapy!
We let the breezes blow the 6 or 7 one dollar pinwheels I got him. I set them up in various spots in the yard, all different colors, and it was like a new surprise each time he toddled to a new one!
He saw our neighbor across the road and was blowing her kisses which is another new thing. They only get to see their great grandbabies, let alone their children, maybe once a year. They live too close but as her and her husband put it "they're just too busy with their own lives these days". That's why I make a point of at least once every other week to take them a tray of goodies. She says her husband just loves it when I bring Aiden over. She's the one that always has a sad look on her face when we leave. I learned I need to make more of a point this year to travel to see my grandparents more often. That's another story...
I wish everyone had the capability to be as carefree as Aiden is. The world would be a much happier place. So as part of my spring cleaning this year I've decided to do that. Take at least one moment every single day to feel carefree and push away anything that might be bothering me. We live near a church with bells that ring at 9, 12, and 6 every day. When I hear them ring I think of everything I'm thankful in my life. When I hear them I thank the good Lord for the ability to hear those bells, to hear my childrens laughter, to see, to feel, to touch, to just be me. I've been blessed with so much in my life. And now all I need to do is take a lesson out of my baby boy's book and learn to live a more carefree life and not let the little things linger!!
I promise to blow more bubbles. I promise to flap my arms and take in the breeze. I promise to get closer and take in the finer details of things. I promise to blow more kisses. I promise to send more smiles.
