Big and little

So, there is joy withing the sorrow, pleasure in the pain. Isn't this always the way it is. In "The Giver" the author says they are inseperable. I don't think that's true. My shoulder is aching and I am happy to be home with my kids. I am happy to see summer coming on like some mirage on the wavering horizon, and I won't be recieving a raise next year, and my health insurance may be up 30 percent which means I will make significantly less than I made last year... and I am poor right now. But summer is two weeks away.

:) Henry and Nora, as big as they are in my life. That little bit of blue between them is what is left of my freedom... and I would gladly see it vanish. There it goes, and I go down slipping into bondage, smiling, because I love them, and they smile back, and crowd out every bit of who I am without them.

I do love them both! They are in bed now. Henry is yelling across the room to Nora. I have no idea what about but I bet it is about some sort of joke that I wouldn't understand. Henry says that he is much funnier than I am, and he gets all offended when I say he isn't. I say that he makes jokes that don't make sense, and he says that I make jokes that he can't understand... same thing. I love them both. Nora is talking so much now... she and Henry are finally carrying on convesations. I have waited for them to be able to do this for a long time. They generally talk about scaring eachother or whether a food is yucky or not. It is really nice.

(2 more days of vicotin left)