Ronan on his bean bag, just before supper
Ronan and I arrived home this evening to the cozy, waning summer sunlight filtering in through the back windows. We decided to take a moment and hang out before fixing dinner; Ronan flopped on a bean bag while I turned on some music.
Enjoying the dancing leaves
What made this evening unusual was how quiet and still Ronan was. He had no restless energy, no thrashing, no need to look for toys. He just watched the wind play with the leaves and branches of the trees in the backyard. The movement outside threw dancing patterns of sunlight on his face while the two of us listened to Dire Straits.
Happy to be cozy
It lasted an astounding ten minutes. He wasn't sleeping or trying to nap, and he didn't say that that he was tired or exhausted. It was the first time I have seen Ronan just take the time to be still, to relax. It was an amazing 10 minutes. Sadly, it was Dire Straits that broke the spell.
"Dad, are we done with this yet? I want to listen to Jack Johnson."
Even if he never enjoys Dire Straits, at least I have the memory of those ten minutes.