No Words

When you look at your life, the greatest happinesses are family happinesses.
— Dr. Joyce Brothers

There are no words for how much I love these two small people:

Obviously, I’m in Richmond at Nate’s.  I came down around noon today to spend the night here, since it’s been more than a month since I’ve visited, and I needed a family fix.  We went to a Fall Festival (which, when the Conductor asked me if I wanted to go, sounded like “Do you want to go throw a basketball?”  And whether that’s because of the way he talks or my hearing impairment is anybody’s guess!) nearby where the kids played carnival games and jumped in the Bounce House (and I could go on and on about allowing 14-year-old volunteers to be the only people manning the thing and allowing big kids in with the little ones, but I won’t, since no one got hurt) and generally had a great time.

Every time I come to visit, I’m struck by how much they’ve grown and changed, even in the short time since I last saw them.  They are both funny, happy kids, and their thoughtfulness stuns me.   I love to sit on the couch and talk to the Princess.  I forget how it came up, but we were talking about watching a movie and she said, “I don’t have a tv in my room.  Mommy and Daddy have a tv in their room.”  I told her that I don’t have a tv in my bedroom, either, just in the living room.  She immediately said, “What about the news?”

The Conductor gets more outgoing every time I see him.  He was the first one out to greet me when I arrived, and all day, he’s been calling out “Mel-mel?” and then asking me or telling me something.  I nearly always need a translation, but I love that he wants to talk to me so much.

Tonight, because it was a “special” night, the three of us watched Finding Nemo, complete with popcorn, while Nate and Molly went out to dinner.

These are not my children, but they are mine.  I know it when the Princess runs up behind me and slips her little hand into mine, or when the Conductor races down the driveway and into my arms when I get out of the car.  I know it when she spontaneously cuddles up next to me on the couch or when he smiles as I start to sing him the song I made up for him that I’ve been singing to him since he was just a tiny baby.  They’re mine in the way only nieces and nephews can be – and I’m theirs.  Always.

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4 thoughts on “No Words

  1. OK, I’m sitting on a deck overlooking a beautiful Great Lake with tears in my eyes because you write so beautifully about love. I’m glad you’ve got them, and I’m terribly glad you’re so happy!

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