Hobby

I have been schooled by my younger brother.

This week marked two events. One, and this isn't really noteworthy because it seems to happen all the time, I complained to my husband that I don't have anything of my own. No time, no space, no outside interests. Anything I do for the sake of a hobby still involves my children somehow.

Two, a huge package arrived on our doorstep. It was a mystery, made more magical by my earlier announcement that no mail would be arriving that day, President's Day and all. (Thanks, UPS!) Beyond belief, this giant container that could house Samuel was actually addressed to Samuel. No one recognized the return address (except quiet me). Oh, the intrigue!

The older children helped Samuel uncover this amazing rocking horse, made by Uncle Jeffy's very own hands. Touch your computer screen. Go on, do it! That's how glossy smooth the horse's seat feels beneath your fingers. (Ahem, the wood is even smoother, I believe -- I discovered several sticky spots on my screen just now.)

As soon as we got the horse out of the box Samuel was off! Samuel treasures this horse, I can tell.

Thank you, Uncle Jeffy, for this extremely generous gift of your time and talents. Thank you for the smile on my son's face. You gave me a gift, too: the reminder that making someone else happy is the best hobby of all.


P.S.

While we're on the subject of hobbies, see how the package provided a new version of James' favorite thing to do:

Did anyone guess
"Make snow angels"
??