Saturday night these two fellas are coming over for a sleepover, and we are planning to sleep outside in a tent. I look into these faces, and I sometimes wonder what's on their minds; this was at their dad's birthday party last night, before or during ice cream cake servings. What wasn't to smile for? And these are genuine smiles - Nicky's on the verge of a big giggle. Their emotional ranges are so vast at these ages that I wonder what will happen when they hit their teens, but I am trying to stay grounded and focused on the glorious moment of the now and enjoy the little steps of the day: walking barefoot in my pajamas down the steps and out the stone walkway to get the paper in the mornings that I don't leave at the crack of dawn, grinding the coffee beans and dumping them into the filter after I smack the grinder onto the counter top. Dipping into the Fage yogurt container to fill my shallow blue bowl and then digging out some frozen orange-pineapple juice concentrate and plopping it on top of the plan yogurt. Ready for breakfast, I drink black coffee from a bright orange mug, wait for the concentrated juice to melt just a tad and then eat the sweet syrup covered, cold yogurt as I drink my bitter, hot coffee. And life is good.
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