Yesterday and today added up to be a pretty ordinary weekend (more or less), but I'm somehow just suffused tonight with happiness about my two girls.
I think it's precisely that the weekend was so regular - rather than shining with some sort of a big breakthrough or being wrecked with a big crisis - that's making me feel this way. The last 48 hours were dense with the wonderfulness of two cute, charming, smart kids: their singing "Elmo's Song" in something like harmony, Julia helping Vivi go down a big (and scary) slide at the playground, Vivi then going down the same slide over and over for an hour, Vivi la-la'ing along to Dan Zanes tunes in the car, Julia pretending to be Vivi by doing a spot-on impersonation of her, Vivi expressing her worry about Shannon's mystery bruise by saying "Mama? Boo-boo?" and pointing in the general direction of Shannon's hurried departure, Julia making up hilarious (and well-rhymed) new verses to the "Knick, Knack, Paddy Whack (This Old Man)" song, the look of amazed delight on Vivi's face when the cat unexpectedly emerged from under the crib just before naptime, Julia repeatedly tearing down the hall in her tutu to leap into a pile of pillows, Vivi making little proto-syllable sounds right along with me as I read her favorite two books...
I feel thankful to even know such great and wonderful people, much less be their father.