and plenty of sand to get messy in.
Most of all, love is the park on the first warm weekend of Spring.
Greatest Kid on Earth after seeing ‘The Greatest Show on Earth’
Last weekend we hopped a train into New York City to see Ringling Brothers Circus. Wanna know how to get a 20-month-old to sit, two straight hours, quiet as a mouse? Easy. To paraphrase Oz’s Dorothy: Elephants and Tigers and Zebras — Oh my!
Afterwards, we left Madison Square Garden to grab some lunch. Turns out, the eatery was near a subway stop and Maeve and her grandma took a walk over to see the choo-choos. She watched, wide-eyed, as trains roared in and roared out, and waved hello and bye-bye to each and every one.
She loved the circus. She loved the trains. I loved sharing these “firsts” with her.
Love is …
Me, hurrying barefoot across her MegaBlocks (ouch!) to grab the camera.
Love is …
Asking “Who’s a cute girl?” and actually catching
her hand-to-cheek response in photographic form.
But most of all, Love is …
Believing I’m at least partly responsible for that glimmer in her eyes.
So today for Love Thursday I was planning to post a picture of how my dear Maevey Gravy looked as she went to her little school yesterday morning.
But the ‘conversation’ she and I had this morning as I changed her diaper trumped even the most wonderful of images, which I’ll share another time. I’m letting her words speak for themselves, sans photo.
As I changed and dressed her, I began asking her what sounds animals make. Maeve, what does a lion say? From elephants, cheetahs and sheep to bumblebees, monkeys, kitty cats and snakes — she nailed them all, and sometimes with animation so perfect, National Geographic or Animal Kingdom just might have to do a double-take.
(I’ve always said the girl is a genius, thankyouverymuch.)
So then I asked her: Maeve, what sound does mommy make?
She looked me dead in the eye, clutched her little paws together, brought them tight to her body, and said:
“I … wuv … wu!”
On Loving A Seven-Month-Old Maeve
(Written one year ago in my journal)
Because her big toothless smile greets me each morning.
Because when I least expect it, her hair springs a subtle surprise curl.
Because she places her little paws on my cheeks and watches me, face-to-face.
Because she can wear a pink beret like no one else I know.
Because her laugh is so darned hearty.
Because she curls up in my arms and finds peace.
Because she watches everything, taking her whole world in.
Because she notices her reflection in framed art and photos on the walls.
Because she lights up when mama or dada enter the room.
Because her big, dark eyes are the deepest pools I’ve ever waded in.
Because she fits in my arms as naturally as she does in my heart.
Because her little (toothless) jaw chews when she smells food or sees others eat.
Because she’s so inquisitive, so fearless, so in-the-moment.
Because she laughs when the cats dodge to escape her grasp, as if it’s a game.
Because her chunky, Michelin Man thighs are so delicious.
Because there is so much promise in her chubby feet and long toes —
for they will take her on all her life’s journeys, long after I am gone.
Because she is my little girl.
Because she has changed me forever.
Because. Just because.
Love is having your very own chair.
Love is wearing purple rainboots
on even the sunniest days —
Love is carefully stepping out of those boots and placing them “just so”
while you hurry off to play.
Love is a mommy and daddy who
leave them there —
because it’s just so darn cute.