Last night after a dinner of homemade chili and freshly baked bread, and after we’d bundled The Peanut up for a bedtime story and a cuddle with her stuffed giraffe (Gerald), Mr. ReddHedd, egregious and I sat down with cups of tea to watch Miss Potter.  (YouTube of film trailer here.)  Well, to be honest, we, girls, sat down for the movie — and Mr. ReddHedd sat down in our vicinity with a crossword puzzle, but ended up watching most of the movie instead.

Why, yes, I did say egregious — she’s visiting Casa Smith this weekend.  And she has already been co-opted as "new bestest friend, knitting maestro and person for whom all Christmas presents must be displayed and demonstrated" by the wee one. 

Egregious and I started talking a bit about children’s literature, and favorite books and movies and such…and after she went up to bed, I realized that while we do a lot of reading to The Peanut — lots of original Pooh from A.A. Milne, and of course Beatrix Potter’s magical stories, and I’ve been easing her into the Little House books and lots of fairy stories and folk tales and such, at least at bedtime if not throughout the day as well, I’m not good at giving myself those giggle breaks on my own.

I haven’t been very good at allowing myself a lot of whimsy of late.  And that I miss it.

As the political season marches forward, growing increasingly more intense and competitive, it is easy to lose sight of some of the very real joys in life when you are buried watching negative attack ads.  Really wonderful things like snuggling with your four year old in the comfy corner chair while reading her favorite story for the umpteenth time, that slightly damp feel of her newly washed hair cool against your cheek, and her laughter spilling out as Pooh Bear once again finds himself in a muddle of sorts and must think, think, think his way out of it.  Or sharing a warm mug of tea with a friend and chatting about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness…whatever form it may take in the moment.  Or simply sitting still and watching the birdies flit back and forth from the hedges to the feeder, chattering all the while.

Sometimes, the best thing you can do for yourself and the people you care about it to stop and find yourself some whimsy.

I’ve decided I need more of it, so I’m asking for some help this morning:  anyone read anything lately that made you laugh out loud?  Or have you rediscovered a favorite book from childhood that makes you smile all over again?  See a good movie — old or new — that made you giggle so much that tears ran down your face?  Listen to a song that makes you belt out the words whether or not you carry a tune, all the while with a smile on your face?  Have a favorite thing which always makes you smile?  Do tell.

Lets talk whimsy and happiness this morning.  Because everyone can use an extra smile or two.  I’m gonna pour egregious and I another cuppa coffee.  Why don’t you pull up a chair…

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