Emerging from the Fog

I feel like I'm regaining some zest for life finally.

I've been working on Talmage's costume for his wax museum---William Bradford---and I've really been enjoying it.

I enjoyed the company of Hyrum and Sariah at the grocery store on Monday. When we were bagging the groceries we were across from a slightly elderly man. Hyrum looked right at him and said, "Bompa" (Grandpa). The man lit up and replied, "you know a grandpa when you see one." It was fun to see my baby make someone's day.

He woke up from his nap prematurely that day so when I held him in my arms he fell back to sleep. I studied the chubby curves of his profile, his button nose, and the downy baby hair on his cheeks that still make them irresistible. I watch him bounce and skip around the house with glee. I hear him learning to talk (even scolding occasionally) and I just wish that somehow I could record all the sights and sounds for days not too far away I'm afraid when such precious moments will no longer be had. I know Talmage, Bryant, and Sariah must have been just the same, but time has erased the details. It pains.