The winning moment for me yesterday was watching Poet come face to face with a butterfly. She found it in the porch. And while her big sisters sort of fluttered around with nervous excitement - that brave little Poet walked over and as gently as a whisper picked up the monarch and held it in her hand. The girls jumped around freaking out and to be honest - I fully expected her to stuff the poor bug in her mouth.
But she didn't. She just stared at it with those big amazing eyes of hers. And then she gently put him down and went about her way. Nodding to herself and patting her belly.
Her big sisters were as impressed as I was. We stared at each other without our identically coloured hazel wide eyes. It was like being witness to magic. I was so proud. Pilot and Penn were flat-out amazed. Penn instantly proclaimed Poet to be the queen of the fairies and trotted off to get her a crown. And as much as Pilot wanted the title - it's hard to argue with a moment like that.
Today: I have a special painting just waiting to be finished. And more to start. And believe it or not - I have more script work to do. I feel like I'm two-timing the blog, but I've signed a bunch of non-disclosure agreements and can't talk about the other work here. Or show pictures. Or I will be sent to a Brazillian jail to carve coconuts. It's not nearly as exciting as those last sentences sound. But, I'll go with it. I need a lot of coffee after a bunch of rough nights with sick kids and a husband away for work. And I am still wishing for a 2012 miracle.
(PS. If you're reading this: Happy 37th Birthday Tammy!) ;)