This thing called love

“Mama, hand. Hand, Mama”

Lili reaches for me blindly in the night and grasps onto my hand tightly. She’s supposed to be sleeping. We’re supposed to be sleeping. And from the strength of her grip I know she’s still awake.

I listen to the hushed breathing of Ella suckling me, while I savor the small, but mighty grip of my firstborn.

She’s so independent these days. She’s fierce and funny. She’s trying her boundaries…testing ours. She’s exercising her voice and mastering her will.

She pushes us.

She teaches us.

She teaches me to stop. That life isn’t so busy and nothing is more important than pretending to be horseys or dinosaurs with a toddler. 

She teaches me money is nice, but imagination is priceless.

She teaches me there’s nothing more beautiful in the world than joy. Joy bursting through a roar of laughter. Joy twinkling through the crinkle of scrunched up eyes. Joy heard through the excitement of a tiny human calling you over to “Here! Sit Down!”  

She clutches me as she falls to sleep. If I make a move to reposition she’s instantly grasping to keep my hand wrapped around hers. In her tiny fingers I feel the love of a million hearts.

As my brain runs through all the things I need to do at work. All they ways we need to balance finances. All the ways life would be better if just…

Her little hand wraps itself around my distracted thoughts. “Here Mama, sit down. Hand Mama.”

And my three year old does what I still can’t seem to master after thirty years. She quiets my wayward inner dialog. She teaches me there is nothing more perfect than this. A little hand. A little voice.

“Hand, Mama. Hand.”

Did you know…

Otter Love

Zee hubby came up to me the other day and said, “Did you know that otters hold hands to keep from floating away when they sleep?”. And while I did happen to know this AWWW-dorable fun fact, it was the sweetest thing to see his excitement in sharing this new found knowledge.

Even cuter?

He said this as he grabbed my hand…

So to my hubby. Thanks for not letting me float away.

Happy Tunesday (yes I realize it’s nearly Wednesday…)!

This song has special meaning for Zee German and me. Early on in our relationship there was a little text situation in which I ended up with the nickname “Fire Chicken” (apparently that was supposed to be “hot chick” – so, I’m not fluent in iPhone emoticons after all. Go figure). And as an equal counter, I decided he would then forever be known as “Fire Penguin” (it was the next cutest animal icon).

But obviously now it’s so perfect! Because penguins mate love for life. And the male penguin is a supper supportive hubby and fierce protector of baby penguins (even unhatched). AND who doesn’t love penguins!?

[See Right]

Zee German.


Beachy beach.

Penguin bliss.

[Also, THIS post – where I snagged this picture is so fitting]

I mean seriously. Who doesn’t love penguins!?

[Source: Again with the posts on penguin love!]

ANYWAY. Enjoy my loves! What songs are special for you?