The things I don't talk about enough

Last night Monster and I put together the Spongebob Lego van I bought him for absolutely no reason except that we both love Lego.
He cracks me up. He makes really funny jokes, both verbal and visual. He has a dry, snarky sense of humor (my gift to him). We sat together last night building that bus and laughing about whatever weird thing M was doing. It was so nice. I do my damnedest to hold moments like that in my heart so when the horrible things rear their ugly heads I always have in my mind the sweet small boy who loves to laugh and joke, and not the horrible one who hits and kicks at school and daycare.

These wonderful little moments happen often, and sometimes it's hard to see them as they weave their way through the rest of our lives, the difficulties and struggles. But then I look again and there they all are - the shimmering gold threads that make the whole tapestry of his life look dazzling and beautiful, and hopeful and inspiring.

Someday the gold threads will outnumber the drab ones.