Little Sparrow, looking up at the stars last night, said "Touch.The.Stars." and reached up with his hands. His newest speech pattern is incredibly delightful. He says each word with such intention and persistence and between each and every word is this grunt, an exclamation, a pause to request additional attention to each.and.every.word.
We were at a bonfire party last night, a fundraiser for the outdoor waldorf school (that we no longer attend) and a live band played. It was in a backyard in our neighborhood and we all settled into blankets on the grass to eat soup and bread and pizza under the autumn sky, listening to our friends play sweet music, and later watch the sweetest bonfire light up our faces. A few marshmallows to sweeten the deal and then we popped back home for bed. It was cold, and we got to snuggle into our warm weather clothes.
My heart yearns for more connections and community gatherings like this. I mourn that it is so hard to find these moments, when I know they should be easy and many.