everyone remembers from elementary school that matter is anything that takes up space.
these two, and all their stuff, are matter:
the other day we were driving somewhere. i had both littles with me. lark was singing passionately to herself, per usual, and gun and i were talking:
“mom, one day you will get old, right?”
“yep. i will.”
“will you die?”
“yes, i will, everyone does someday.”
“when you get old will you still be pretty?”
“oh, gun, as long as you love me i will always be pretty to you.”
“good, because if you are going to marry me i need you to be pretty.”
i think my son was proposing to me.
if anyone needs to use this in the formulation of a master’s thesis on the oedipus complex feel free to consider this as a genius anecdote to begin said thesis.
one day, he will NOT want to marry. but today he does, and that fills the matter in my heart.
in all their spaces and places, they fill me. i love you both so much; i am grateful for your current matter!! xoxo mom (or mammy as larkin is currently calling me…:)
you two and dad, are all that matter…