We went on a family date: Wegmans (for tractor carts, trains suspended from the ceiling, and the candy aisle); IHOP (for sausage and for chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream faces); and Sweet Frog (for the bajillion toppings to put on your ice cream).
Pictures are few, but memories are aplenty.
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Beautiful words are elusive
When a baby son is crawling
Under the stool I sit on
And an older son is shoveling
the numberless wood chips
Huddling around our stove
With his front loader,
Back and forth and around
In smudgy, dusty swirls.
Words at all—any words—
are difficult to catch
And harder to keep
Long enough to pin down.
But perhaps all the words
I could ever find to say
Are already written
in their growing limbs,
Are already stumbling
From a toddler’s tongue
And are bouncing
Through one brightly colored room
Littered with toys to another
In this home we have built
Together, you and I—
These crooked walls
And angled floors
Become our own cathedral,
Its homely dome echoing
With the praise offered up
By earthly love and ordinary lives.
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