Eyes to See

  



~ hilarious signs on the boys' room
~ last bouquets from the garden
~ those precious five minutes that a cleaned up living room stays cleaned up
~ gingerbread scents that come from the oven, not just candles
~ a yearly trip to the pumpkin farm with my sister, snuck in by the skin of our teeth
~ pilgrim babies
~ cousins, with arms entangled, refusing to let go of each other
~ impossibly big kids against the same growth chart sign that used to tower over them
~ little ones tucked into the big
~ warm food, plentiful and good
~ a boy in a rabbit breeders of America hat- and feeling totally confident about it
~ silhouettes in sunsets
~ frost on the pumpkins
~ paper.  Tons and tons of paper.  Sketches, drawings, math work, to-do lists.  Paper, paper everywhere- drowning in it.  And then the thought of Lewis and Tolkien sharing receipts to further their craft. 
~books, books.  Tons of books!  Fiction, non-fiction, worn and smelly, new and crisp, borrowed and owned.  And then the thought of Abe Lincoln walking those miles to borrow just any book he could find.
~ weekly Lord's supper.  Because, kisses never get old.

Having eyes to see the bounty