We have to get outside for a walk tomorrow. We spent another Saturday sorting, organizing and planning costumes at school for the musical and more hours of post-flood cleaning and rearranging upstairs in the loft. In the process of getting rid of junk, I look at our old things with new eyes. I don't want a cluttered life. I want to streamline, but Steve likes to be surrounded by his "stuff". It's a struggle, but he is beginning to let things go.
All of our kids are artists, no doubt a gift from the Cobb side. Grandma Betty's bold, abstract painting has hung in our stairwell since we moved in 23 years ago. She's been dead for 18 years now, but the painting reminds us of her every day. In another room is a drawing of the Blue Lake Construction Company that Steve created when he was just seven years old. Its remarkable detail previews many of his interests later in life.
A quiet, reflective day, topped off by Forest Gump with Molly in my lap and Steve by my side.
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