The little things are most important...

Ok.. I know its been a while since I promised Holly & Kathy I would become a faithful blogger. I meant to keep up, I really did. Everyday I would go over the events of the day in my mind & wonder... how or why am I going to write about any of that.

We (Kathy & I) were sitting in Rt 60 Music Company tonight waiting on Aly & Caden to finish, what we like to call their "pickin & grinnin sessions" (guitar lessons) & as usual Quinn Marshall was doing his best to entertain/annoy us. Speaking for myself, I look forward to the 30 minutes a week I have with Kathy that doesnt entail healthcare & we like to catch up, talk & giggle a bit, but somehow Quinn prevents much happening that he isnt a part of.

He was excited and embarrassed to bring Aly the bag of treasures he had won for her in the CiCi's Pizza claw machine. He had held onto them for two weeks & waffled back & forth about giving them to her. Not because he didnt want her to have them, but because he was way embarrassed to give them to her. Quinn has never been much one hugs, kisses or terms of endearment.... in fact... we (our family) try to torture him with it whenever possible for our own entertainment. LOL! You know... those "nice" things families to do children that affect them for the rest of their life. Hehe! When Aly arrived & Quinn noticed that she had spyed the bag of stuffed toys he was carrying he immediately stated, "I have to go to the bathroom!" & he jumped up & away he went. It was then that I explained to Aly & Kathy that Quinn had in fact brought her the claw machine goodies, but was a little shy about giving them to her. Aly was very appreciative & thankful & in true "classy lady" form she thanked him in a manner that didnt make him uncomfortable. Sweet, innocent gestures from both little hearts.

They drew the line when we tried to make them pose together for a picture. Oh well... cant be perfect.

Quinn continued to entertain/interrupt Kathy & I with his Quinn-like behavior & it was then that Kathy said, "These are the things you need to blog about. Not the huge deals that will stick out always... the little things that you'll look back on in 20 years & be thankful you were reminded of them." As always... she's right & as always she inspires me to be better.

We sat while Quinn wowed us with his invisible ink pen, placed a kick me sign on his own back & tested us both seeing if we could remove the safety lock he had put on his new Goosebumps book. Like always he asked for the keys to retrieve something else he thought we needed to see & off to the car he went. Upon his return he stated, "Dont mind me or this ordinary grape juice container that I have." (it was a cardboard grape juice box that had a motion sensor in it... part of his "spy kit"). We had to crack up on that one. I swear sometimes I think he's an 80 year old man in an 8yr old body.

On the way home, Caden & he were arguing (as usual) about what radio station to listen to. I had to agree with Caden on his choice since the one Quinn was insisting on listening to was very bubble-gum pop annoying. I said, "Quinn, you dont even like that song". He replied, "Oh yes I do... It reminds me of my youth!" We all cracked up & he barely cracked a smile... all the while looking out of the corner of his eye to make sure he had been successful in entertaining us. He was.

What a kid!

Kathy... youre right... it IS the little things. Its the hamster & the Ellie'isms & the whirlygigs & the sidewalk chalk that matter. I dont have to disect & plan & every word that I want to say or write.... what matters is that I write.

As Im sitting here reminding myself how much Ill appreciate reading about the little things later in life I cannot help but have a heavy heart for Maggie. My heart has been breaking for her for two weeks now, but sometimes it still just overcomes me. I hope in her memory she has "little things" that make her smile. When I think about her I wonder where & how she got her strength, then I realized... maybe its those memories that hold her strong. Rest In Peace, Tiny Angels...