an inbetweener

i realized something today...

i was remembering when i was little, sitting at the dinner table talking to my mom. she'd ask me, "what did you do today?", and i'd think of the very best thing that happened to me that day to tell her about. then slowly, as i grew older there'd be some days where nothing good happened. over the last 10 years there's been weeks, maybe even months when the very best part of my day was the same part as the very worst part of my day. life was just boring and gray and sometimes sad, and sometimes nothing great happened.

tonight we were sitting on the couch. you were supposed to be in bed, but instead you were smiling and squealing and jumping around. as i sat there grinning and giggling with you i thought to myself - this is the greatest part of my day. since you were born i've never had a completely gray day. you claire, are the good thing that happens to me every day. you are my very very best thing.

thanks,

mama.