"Here go, daddy. make a wish!"
Ezra hands me a dandelion. We are sitting on the steps in front of a house where Ava is taking a drama class. It's a quiet Saturday morning.
"What should I wish for, buddy?"
"For stuff!"
"What 'stuff'?"
"Like your downstairs?"
I laugh at this. Downstairs is where I've been working on getting my workspace in order. Right now, there's a large desk with my animation desk set up, a bookcase filled with books, and lots of 'stuff' all around, ready to be organized and placed in shelves, drawers, tables.
I closed my eyes, took a breath, and wished for 'stuff'.
gosh, that sure is precious.
ReplyDeleteand you know that I love this.
ReplyDeletexxoo
it will HAVE to come true, now!
ReplyDelete~JM
just out of curiosity, do you work from home or trudge into the office everyday?
ReplyDeleteI can't wait until my boy can talk...
When kids are young, they know us too well. I love this.
ReplyDeleteMethinks your boy is accustomed to seeing too many eBay "Priority Mail" boxes arriving on your doorstep...
ReplyDeletedid it work?
ReplyDeletecause if so,
i'm going to find some dandelions!
Looks like it worked! Love the new space.
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