Today was rather chilly out. So this evening I made fire in the fireplace. E is working late due to tax season, so I dont cook alot of the time from January to April...alot of times I will make a dinner and we sort of eat off it for several days. No big production if dad isnt home...isnt that interesting how that sort of patriarchal dinner thing has been in bred to me. Growing up it was the gathering meal.
Well while K took her bath for the evening, I got together toast and cheese and graham crackers and hot dogs and chocolate and marshmellows. I turned out most of the lights in the house and put big fluffy blankets on the floor. There is this music station on our cable channel called Singers and Standards...it plays all the old classic stuff from back in the day. I made hot chocolate too.
When the girl came out of the bathroom all warm and snuggly after a hot bath she got so excited to see the spead in front for us.
We didnt even use plates...crumbs got all over the floor. We squirted ketchup right out of the bottle onto our scalding hot dogs.... marshmellow goo stuck our fingers together and we cracked up when I smiled at her with all melted chocolate on my teeth. There is nothing so good as a s'more
After dinner I read to her while she puttered and danced around the dark room...drawing and taping and cutting crap together. Its the never ending creative process.
Eventually she came and snuggled down with me in the big blue chair that sits by the fire place.
"THIS...I thought...THIS is it!"
A string of sacred moments.
It was precious and priceless...
And for once,
I didnt miss it.
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