What a wonderful day off. We had an unexpected break from the Passion Play today and got to go see Strathmore High's production of Hairspray. It was fun. Good music and dancing and I was surprised to find myself caught up in the story and really caring about the characters. Such and interesting time period. I was proud of the students for putting so much energy into it. The boys have become quite the little theatre goers, as we also went to see daddy in Man of La Mancha yesterday.
Little Weston looks so fabulous in this quick picture because of the sunset on his face, like the perfect stage light.
The tulips beside our house are up and full and the trees all around are in full leaf. The other day I stopped from stooping over to pick up yet another pair of dirty-kneed pants up off the floor in the boy's room and lay down on my back for a bit to stretch it. I could sense the light dancing across my face - dancing? Yes. That's when I made the connection to the shadows that leaves make in the sunlight as the wind blows them. We haven't had that kind of shadow play since October! I have come to really appreciate the seasons more up here. Spring is rushing into summer all around and you can SEE more green every day. It's like watching a baby grow in it's first year.
Speaking of babies... mine are no longer so. Weston is fully operational and smart. After we saw Dave's matinee, we peppered him with questions at the dinner table: "So was Cervantes on trial?" "So, did Don Quixote really die?" Then suddenly Weston turns to Dave and says, "So, was Alonzo Quixana Don Quixote?" I was stunned. I couldn't even remember the real name myself. Dave looked at him and said slowly, "yes." Wow. I think the boys followed the story better than I did.
The skin on the top of my hands is getting thin. This is where I notice my age. But when I look at my almost 8 year old child and remember his tiny red head bundled in a blanket on that first day... I feel old... and grateful.
Look at him. He can look like a cherub. Today at the restaurant in his brown shirt his eyes were so clear and nearly took on the browns of his shirt like a chameleon. Again, the sun was warming him in a golden glow. He's a pro on the rope swing out front. I get scared when we push him because he nearly goes upside down. He's also a great spinner. But mostly... he's growing up.
We're reading Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time right now and I get choked as I read about Meg's devotion to her brother and father. How in the midst of brilliance and logic and mind power, LOVE supersedes mind games because it is not based on power, but sacrifice. Fascinating. I love how Meg discovers that alike and equal are not the same and how we can maintain our individuality and still be in community. Great thoughts; truths to mull over.
I'm so glad we don't watch TV.
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