It is not surprising that the long and winding road that led me back to my keyboard had something to do with food…and my children.

It might have a little bit to do with the  fact that I am avoiding the grand notion of cleaning my house.

Mostly it is food, and my children.  It is my middle man, MC, to be specific.

CNN, MC, and I went out for Chinese for dinner.  MC can be a tricky child to feed.  He loses his appetite and isn’t still very often which might explain why he has grown an inch and lost weight this summer.  This is why it was so joyful to watch him absolutely devour his dinner tonight.  I can’t remember the last time I have seen him eat like this.  He tried to use chopsticks.  He would get impatient and supplement with his fork.  There was a periodic, “mmm” amidst the feeding.  It was amazing.  I can’t remember ever feeling such joy while watching someone eat.  I felt a glimmer of my sweet grandma within me.  She was always after us to “go on out and get a bite to eat”.  Then, when something was really good, she would scrunch up her shoulders and wrinkle her nose with joy.  That was how I felt today.

I am grateful he is mine. 

I am grateful I have the means to nourish us.

I am grateful I am awake and watching with joy and wonder.