Let My Love Open the Door

I had a moment of bliss yesterday. I was surrounded by people at our yard sale who were buying up all my clutter, D was making the baby laugh, and the boy was manning his lemonade stand using his charm to force people into imbibing in his tart elixir. Life is good. Of course good things don't last forever. By the end of the day, everyone is hot and cranky and in need of a good nap, but I didn't let the initial moment pass. I've been thinking a lot about my best friend Ley. She confided in me last week that she has been suffering from sudden panic attacks. One moment she's fine and the next she's filled with overwhelming fear that harm will come to her loved ones. She's suffered silently for a month but now the attacks are affecting her work life and leave her paralyzed in finishing her graduate degree. I'm sure the stress of trying to find an internship, dealing with a job she hates as well as a boyfriend who won't commit to marriage is getting to her. She's decided to seek professional help and I applaud her for that. In the meantime, I advise her to take one day at a time and try to focus on the good. So yesterday I transformed the moment when my front yard was crowded with people and D was lounging on a blanket with the baby and the boy was spilling lemonade all over the table into my moment of bliss. Life is good.

Picture time. I almost posted a picture of the family but decided instead to use my version of Jay's All-Disguising Black Bar Across The Eyes trick.

Here we have the boy.

He was eating an ice cream cone and it's a wonder he got any in his mouth. He proceeded to get his sticky hands all over the interior of the car. As hard as I tried, I couldn't find the bliss in that.