Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Beautiful people

I woke up with Nicholas’ big brown eyes staring into mine this morning.
Our noses touching. He wanted Nachos for breakfast.
Mr. Nielson made us eggs, yogurt, and 8-grain oatmeal cereal instead.
When I finally rolled out of bed, I saw a trail of cheerios on the floor
leading into the bathroom. 
The toilet seat was left up, and toilet paper was hanging across 
the seat and onto the floor. Cheerios and a baggie were on the ground nearby.
A baggie with a name on it.
“Ollie,” it read in Ollie's handwriting.
 Of course, it is Ollie.
Toothpaste is dried up on the sides of the sink,
and Mr. Nielson's hairbrush is full of doll hair.
The girls must have been playing dolls this morning.
Moving onward down the hall, I step on one of Ollie’s new spurs 
he got to adorn his new cowboy boots. 
The kids are getting ready for Ranch Days in New Mexico in a few days.
The living room is a toy bomb. 
 I see three piles; a Lego pile, a train pile, and a bunch of 
books lying around on every couch and on the floor.
The kitchen sits with last night's salmon and salad.
It’s a good thing I am not pregnant, or I would have died already.
I awe at my Mr. Nielson. He is certainly something extraordinary.
He fed the children breakfast while I read the newspaper. 
 Then, he took them all to Home Depot during lunchtime.
During that time, I slowly picked up the house 
and talked to myself. (It's therapy).
I sorted out some things in my head and felt productive, too.
Mr. Nielson came inside at 7:30 and found me sleeping.
I've been so down lately.
 He made dinner, and then he gathered us all in for FHE.
We watched this.
He gave my feet a squeeze throughout the whole message.
The spiritual message combined with Mr. Nielson
 right near me felt so pure and beautiful.
I can't help but wonder when I will be normal again.
We also listened to Mr. Nielson sing, "I am a child of God."
It was touching and so beautiful.
Happy people are beautiful.
And, Mr. Nielson is so beautiful to me.

Bookmark and Share