The Peanut Chronicles

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Memory bottles

There is this picture that is stuck in my head. It will forever be there. If it was possible, I would have captured the moment of time and bottle it and let it out every day I felt sad or lonely.

The bear and I took Nut to the fireworks at the local high school last nigh. Nut was not very happy to wake up from a nice nap and go sit in the balmy weather. He didn’t like being slung over Bear’s shoulder. Instead, he sat in Bear’s lap, covered in blankets just in case he was cold. Nut was turned and watching all the people dance around with the families. The kids were running around playing tag holding glow in the dark necklaces.

And then it starts… the firework show. Honestly, we weren’t sure how Nut would react to that banging noise. It was so loud. Nut just lay on the Bear.

He. Was. Enthralled.

He laughed, he giggled, and he smiled and buried his head in dad’s arms and then peeked out to watch more of the light show. He was enthralled. He was mesmerized and I could only think that this is a moment to treasure forever because in about 17 years, he’s not going to want to hang out with Bear and I. In 17 years or so, there is no guarantee that he will even like us.

How did Bear and I like the fireworks? We were too busy watching the sheer delight on Nut’s face to even notice them.