Sunday, February 11, 2007
A Moving Moment
Yesterday, Cuppa was summoned by Butterfly to help put some finishing touches on the nursery. Company is coming next weekend, so although Smudge is not due for two months, it was time to more or less complete the decorating. No doubt, Cuppa will want to fill you in on all of the details, and since I have no idea what the details are anyway, I won't even try.
Often, when we drop in to see the kids, we'll first make a stop at Tims and take an offering with us. The photo shows me with travel mug in hand. What it doesn't show is my favourite afternoon choice, a blend of hot chocolate and coffee — with double cream of course. Mmm mmm good.
But get a load of Butterfly's cup on the dresser! Do you think she had a craving, or what?
Anyway, the gals did their thing while the boy and I watched tv, ate chips, and drank Diet Coke. Then, we all had pizza and watched the hockey game while playing Trivial Pursuit. At some point in time during the evening, Butterfly said, "Dad, I think if you put your hand right here and are patient, you'll feel the baby move." So, I did. Butterfly placed her hand on mine, and Smudge kicked or elbowed (probably elbowing as it was hockey night in Canada from coast to coast to coast) from below, three generations of Clouds coming together.
Three generations. The moment moved me.