#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

The soul is healed by being with children.

~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Every day of Wave’s February vacation has been full of joy. What a sparkler he is. This morning he decided he is not a breakfast eater after all. Huh? Okay, so I went off for my swim without making him anything. Now, dinnertime was different. He ate two dinners. I made what he requested: meatballs and spaghetti. And Frank had to run to the market twice in the late afternoon because on the first trip he forgot the baguette for the garlic bread everyone craved. Of course, this is classic Frank. Running out without any complaint. And Wave ate about half the loaf himself. After his broccoli. Broccoli first, according to his mother. All day we talked about starting the cookie dough. Never happened, but will happen tomorrow? So many other fun things to do. He has launched toward five in his thinking and his patience and his conversation. He wanted to talk with Mikey and Squirt. So, they showed up. But what he wanted was to go back to the beginning. We had to start over at the moment he was meeting them for the first time. Then he invited Squirt to get over his fear of the dark. Squirt had to follow him to the darkest room in the house. My closet. And we stayed in there chatting until Squirt had to admit he wasn’t scared anymore. After dinner I taught him how to play the card game I played for years with my sisters. War. I knew it would be great practice for learning his numbers. He loved it. We had a wonderfully fun evening. I love February vacation. I did have a few moments to myself and drafted a new poem. It’s weak. Needs lots more time and thought. Oh! Franci came this morning and brought an original movie she made for Wave with footage shot in Costa Rica as a surprise. We all sat and watched it with him. What a fun treat. He immediately had to watch it three more times.