mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Watching the Planes One small moment in the day. Nine day old Maggie, who hates car rides, is crying in the back seat. "Pull over here," I tell Chris, knowing that this is where he brings Elliott to watch the planes come in. We pile out of the car and stand in the empty parking lot of the strip mall, Elliott on Chris's hip and Maggie quietly nursing in my arms. It is a warm night, 95 degrees or so, mild breeze. The windows of the businesses around us are all dark, but the traffic on the road behind us provides plenty of light to see by. Chris lets Elliott stand on the trunk of the car while I feed Maggie. We wait for the planes. The first one catches me by surprise-- the sound is muffled by the building in front of us. Elliott knows where to look. His eyes lock on the spot before the plane is in view. When it is finally overhead, his face lights up like a Christmas tree, like he is seeing the most amazing thing in the world on the best day of his life. He still has fat baby cheeks but I know they will not stay that way much longer. His hair is still soft and blonde, still falls in ringlets where it hits his collar. He is two today. Maggie, nine days old, brand new. Eyes still newborn blue, her head covered in reddish brown fuzz. My babies, my whole world. "More? More planes?" Elliott asks us. Chris tells him we will stay to watch one more. "Okay," Elliott says, my happy, funny boy. We stand in the parking lot, under the light post, and wait for the plane. Just a moment in the day. Wanted to remember it. 11:45 p.m. - 2013-06-12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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