This is a republish with a different video of an entry I put up earlier this morning. The old entry/video kept stalling out so I edited a new one hoping, since it was a better format, it would work better. Heaven forbid you all not be able to see the slide IN ACTION.
I wore a skirt for family dinner last night. Just like I said I would. It wasn’t anything too frilly. I’ve had it for awhile: A brown cotton skirt from Northface. A type of Skirt For the Outdoorsy Girl kinda thing. NikkiZ was thrilled and kept saying, “I wish I had a brown skirt I could wear.” Seeing me in a skirt was like a dream come true for her. I imagine it’s like when parents see their children reflect their own ideals as an adult. That wonderful feeling of being able to share a common passion with someone you unconditionally love. I mean – she loves me even in my nasty clothes – but in a skirt? It’s so much easier.
The only problem is, after dinner LilZ worked his magic on one of the staircases in the house. He had done this before and I had gotten one chance to enjoy it, but last night? I was determined to do it as much as my old and feeble body would let me.
This is the best shot we have of me doing it, but you get the point. Not a skirt-friendly activity. I had to grab some pajama pants out of my room to protect any innocent eyes from any unintentional flashing. Everyone in the family, including MrZ’s parents and his brother, took part in the slide. It was SO MUCH FUN. It wouldn’t have been possible if AndyZ’s bed and trundle didn’t have two of the oldest, most beat-up mattresses on the planet. They were hand-me-downs that came with the bed and we’ve been meaning to get him at least one good mattress for whatever part he sleeps on because you can feel the springs through those things.
But if we do get that mattress? We’ll be keeping these in a closet somewhere, solely for this purpose.
Here’s a clip of LilZ trying to take all three kids down at once. NikkiZ is of the opinion that maybe three at a time? Is pushing it.
It was gobs of fun. Seeing the kids (and the adults) run through the house to be the next one down the stairs was exactly what I feel like is the purpose of my life: Spreading Joy. In those moments, where I know I’m happy and the people I love are happy? I feel most at peace. Most fulfilled. Most joyful.
Even if I’m wearing pajamas under my skirt.