Crazy Little Thing Called Love


Sometimes it just takes a string of interesting chain reactions to cause me to pause and wonder just how off we are around here…in a good way this time…I think.
We love big and loud and maybe overwhelming sometimes.  Pretty awesome.  I saw this clearly the other morning.  BB was up early, so he got to tell Grandma good morning.  She innocently told him to give his brother and sister a big kiss from Grandma and Grandpa.  He said he would.  (Cue the foreshadowing music)
He is often the first kid awake.  He doesn’t want me to do anything awesome or brilliant without him I guess.  Sometimes he will wake up his brother and sister for me.  This morning threw them for a loop.  It seems he stood outside his sister’s door telling her he had something for her and no he couldn’t just slide it under the door.  You can imagine her shock when she opened the door to find a great big smooch on the cheek coming at her.  This is not a typical morning greeting between them.  Ha ha!  Next he is up in the kitchen chasing his brother around the table with a big pucker dead set on delivering these big kisses from G & G.  They were sort of freaked out.  I was laughing and not of much assistance.
We wandered through the rest of our routine and got to our morning thing we do.  Each day before we leave we say (usually while all in the same room):
Thank you for our blessings
Let it be a great day
Let us remember who we are
Where we are from
How we are meant to shine
And let’s help someone else shine too.
We love this.
So positive and encouraging, right?
Yeah…only…just wait.
I drop CNN off at her bus stop.  As she gets out, BB gazes lovingly at his sister with a telling twinkle in his eyes.
“Have a horrible day!” he proclaims cheerfully.  Did you ever??  I mean really!
Now she is all smiles, so I assume she didn’t hear him.  She turns on her own million watt smile and says, “you too!!!” And gives him the peace sign.
Oh my hell!
What happened to all the living love and whatnot??

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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3 Responses to Crazy Little Thing Called Love

  1. duffolks says:

    πŸ™‚ … by the way, I told T: β€œ … big sloppy kiss on the cheek …” πŸ™‚ Good job, T! ❀

  2. I love your morning ritual.

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