Palomitas de maíz...little doves of corn. For some reason, popcorn sounds so much more romantic in Spanish. It is one of many words that I prefer in Spanish. The list is long, but though I love palomitas de maíz, mariposa (butterfly) is still my favorite word - but I digress. Palomitas de maíz, just the word, brings me to a tranquil plain. Today, my son and I finished off lunch with a small bowl of the warm, fluffy stuff. It was a small bowl, but the crunchy texture was heavenly.
Today has been a day of happiness and tranquility. The major clean up of the first floor is complete. I do admit that there are cabinets to clean out, but all the surfaces are deep cleaned and in addition to the playroom, we have reclaimed the kitchen, the dining room, the hallway, and the living room. Even the staircase leading upstairs is devoid of clutter. We usually put things on steps to be brought up later and then sometimes the things stay there too long. Funny how that happens.
Nothing extraordinary happened today, but in a way that was extraordinary. The children did not fight for the first time in months. My son was content all day and did not have even one meltdown. They picked out their own Converse at the Converse Company Store (we live near the global headquarters). I even told them how my grandmother was a stitcher for the lovely shoes years ago. My innocent little son asked me, "Was Nana real?" That question really gave me pause. Of course she was real, but how could I explain that to him. He had never seen her. He is a very visual kid, he needs to see to believe. Unfortunately, I did not have a good answer.
After the shoe purchase, we went to a great bakery and bought the kids some Easter cookies, then home for homework, gymnastics for the girls, dinner with Grammie, and bedtime.
Today was a great day. I heard birds chirping, felt a warm breeze, ventured out without a coat, and tried not to think about the snow forcasted for Friday. I felt loved and loving toward others. I felt like for once, in a long time, that I was on the right path and that life was a joy. I wanted to tiptoe through the yet to poke through the ground tulips and become one with nature. I hope the feeling lasts...
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