steve's plane hit the brakes just before take-off. in place of running this morning, he is playing with Allison and Marcella flying home with me on Sunday eve.
the new house...on the side of a mountain...overlooking santa ana...lovely. [no golf cart for freddie, but an atv might be perfect :-) ]
hanging out in the "barbie house" with the pretend kitchen, costumes and those little faces beaming...wonderful.
we're headed for a day of shopping, movies and wandering. see the world through the eyes of a seven and nine year old...it's been a longtime. Freddie was seven when we became a family... Allison has about the same crazy energy and the constant smile on her face. Marcella in a way, perhaps a stretch, has Jefferson's pensiveness--that older sibling sense of responsibility and protection.
given the time to think...and not so self-consumed in whatever ridiculousness is happening at the moment...we may find ourselves beyond "lucky" (steve, "has nothing to do with luck") ... we may just find ourselves living fully in the moment. a moment full of rightness, happiness, joy.
the economists front page, "world on the edge"...it always is. we just forget that edges are good. edges are the language that makes the rest possible.