When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Weekend mornings

I captured this quiet moment with my camera last Saturday morning.  When I peeked in on Will in the living room while I was waiting for the pancakes to finish cooking for breakfast, I was touched by the peacefulness of the scene:  a boy sprawled on the floor with his favourite comics of the week, propped up comfortably with throw cushions from the couch and surrounded on all sides by warm morning sunbeams peeking in from the windows.  He finds joy in this little Saturday morning ritual, and when I see Will relaxing and reading so contentedly, so do I.
Now just in case you're starting to get the impression that our weekend mornings are full of peace and quiet and people laying around and relaxing for hours on end, let me show you what else apparently happens regularly around here with throw cushions on weekend mornings.  I discovered these little video clips on Will's camera this week and arrived at a whole new understanding of what the boys mean when they say they are "practicing long jump" in the basement:
Yes, these two do all of their own stunts.
The comics hold a certain appeal for Will, indeed, but in his mind, it's even better when you can make them actually come to life with your cape-clad brother, a pile of pillows, and a mad scientist wig.  


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