All is Love

All is Love - song of the day

I didn't know everything would be so bright. I wasn't expecting how noisy things were going to be. I have the relief of the living room light and the CD that remind me of what mommy's heartbeat sounds like from inside her belly. I'm happy when I'm wrapped up, so I can't move my arms and legs too much, and I'm happy when I'm wearing my fuzzy bear outfit. I'm happy with most things, really, I'm not worried too much about anything. Mommy and Daddy are here, and I'm lucky that all of the people who come over love me so much and hold me so much and they're warm and comfortable but not as warm as the lady who smells nice and the man who bounces me while doing his funny dance.

I'm a snugglesaurus. I'm Mr. Bubby Rooster. I'm the cutest, tiniest, most incredible thing that anybody ever saw in the history of cute things. I like constant motion and I like my vibrating chair. I like milk and I like to pretend I'm drinking it sometimes when I'm really not.

I don't know about Katrina, Haiti, Chile, or Iraq, I couldn't point out where North Korea is on a map and I don't know whether or not I believe in God and I don't know that I have to choose, I don't know who the president is or what color his skin is or how badly it hurts to lose someone. I don't know anything about how beautiful the Pacific Ocean is, or about how great a Honey Weiss tastes, or how far away my auntie Lisa lives, or how great it feels to run. I'm not quite sure who won the Oscar for best supporting actress or what the newest Death Cab For Cutie album is called but I'm going to know these things, and I'm going to know more things than any of you readers out there, whose eyes are scanning across this orange screen.

I haven't read The Great Gatsby or Huckleberry Finn or Midnight's Children yet but I will - and my auntie Lisa will want to talk to me about them. I haven't tasted the sweet and savory tastes of a tart yet but I will - as my grammy Pat watches and smiles from across the table. I don't know the difference between an oak leaf and a quaking aspen yet but I will - and Daddy will tell me more about these and all the other trees as we walk through Madison's Arboretum. I don't know the lean taste of venison but I will - and my uncle Gianni will show me there's more where that came from. I don't know how to tell whether a woman is beautiful but I will, and I'll judge all women against Mommy, who will always be the most beautiful of them all. I don't know the colors of the rainbow or my abc's or how to interact with other children or just how special I am but I will - my auntie Coco will show me it all, and so much more. I don't know that if I drive 4 hours north, there is a quiet place where the walls are made from sighing hemlock and the stars are many and the pace is delightfully slow, but I will - my grandpa Kerry will show me.

Seashells, deep snow, sunlight, the Beatles, coincidence, dancing, chips ahoy, bonfires, airport arrivals gates, sleep (well I know about that one)... It's all there waiting for me and as the clock's hands start spinning and the pages of the calendar flip and flip and flip upward, I'll find out about them myself.