jumping for joy

jumping, originally uploaded by thisvintagechica.

Just exactly what can a couple of 5 year olds and a two year old get away with while mama is distracted by the moving truck being unloaded? And you are so excited to see your own bed again that you can't contain your energy?  And when mama comes up the stairs and finds you right in the middle of said jumping, which is highly illegal under normal circumstances, what does she do? She lets you jump, in cape and crown and all. Because she is just as happy as you are to be getting her bed and secretly wishes she could jump with you. But there is so much unpacking to do she just cant give herself permission. That little fact, and that the beds just might break.

Amidst cheers as a rescue hero command center came off the truck, our "stuff" arrived last Friday. And as expected it was like Christmas in July. As much as I try not to get attached to "stuff", I humbly admit right now to all of you that I love my things. Boy do I love my things.  S can travel the world with only a backpack to hold his possessions, but I need somewhere physical to hold all of the things that make me smile everyday.  I have been thinking a lot about the psychology of that and why I am so drawn to my home and all of the things in it.  I'll let you know if I come up with anything profound.

As a old iron glider was unloaded, a box labeled sewing machine, my great grandmother's dining table (which was missing the legs, but have now been found) was placed in its new home I began to feel grounded again. Like all is right with the world.