Bottle This UP

     Gloomy weather outside, the color of rain and dampness.
      I just changed shirts in the laundry room, had on short sleeves, and grabbed a clean long sleeve tee out of the dryer!! There is a chill in the air.
     So I decided to blog and get my mind onto something good. Emma and I are headed to see RENT this evening, one of my favorite plays. I love it....how many minutes in a day? I hear you singing, what a soundtrack of love. Maybe we could bottle up the feel of anticipation for seeing a good play, for wonderful music. Just the feeling of knowing the words to all the songs, is a gift!! Put this is a spray bottle of joy juice, this country needs it!!
     So I was thinking if I did have a magic pill, or could bottle up something for people to sip from, it would be picking our grandson Wyatt up from daycare.
      I like to tip-toe in, and call his name, softly. He now holds his hands up in the air, screaming, laughing, falls to the floor and crawls quickly to me. I thought, goodness, if everyone could feel this, at least once a day. Bottle up this innocent baby hug bug. We could cure so many ills of the world.
 Then he looks around for Grandpa, who stays in the doorway, and bellows again. We kiss his neck, and both wrap our arms around this precious boy and off we go. We try to get him once a week, and see him on the weekends. We are lucky, I sit in the back seat with baby boo, and talk about his day, until the we arrive home. Then Mr. Wyatt is on the look out for Lucy, our lab!! then his toys. We have a little routine of playtime, a couple of hours of ALL WYATT!! It is a romp of amusement, he is on the move now, and that is a game changer. I laugh so hard at him, and then he laughs at me. He is spoiled, as it should be, you never get a chance at this age ever again. This curious ball of activity is growing so fast. I just want for all people to feel this, take a whiff of this magic.
    A baby laying their head on your shoulder, knowing its safe place and feels familiar,  bottle that up!!! A baby smell, and sounds, close your eyes, it moves thought each cell of my being. It is like warm sunshine, a puppy's wiggle, fresh orange juice, close your eyes, we forget what this is like.
   We need to remember.
    Even when Wyatt cries, I pretend to cry with him, he then stops and he laughs!! We can change each other, by caring. You don't have to be a child to see this, or have a G-kiddo, to feel it. We have to do it, we have to be the change.
   Another thing this week, that touched me, and always does, are birds singing. Where have they been all winter? ( In cold hell with me!) I can listen to them for hours, the new babies, and anxious parents and the loud geese, crows and blue jays!!! Oh my goodness, you don't even need to bottle it up, open the windows, for pity's sake. You have a symphony in the spring, and too often, you don't hear it.
   So I leave you with several feelings, that you can embrace, share, experience. The world can be so ugly, and all its inhabitants, you can make a difference. Write your own story, change the world.
    And if my Wyatt were here, he would tell you the same thing, and maybe wave to you backwards!! Throw away the bottles, this stuff is all around you!! Go get it!