everyday magic

i. Anton

We have this puzzle that we must have bought when Thom was little. It is a wooden puzzle made up of a scale of notes.  There are light sensors in the puzzle so that when you place the correct piece into it's place that particular note plays.

When Thom was a baby we kept all his puzzles stacked nice and neat in his play room.  Today we have no play room.  Our wooden puzzles are stored hap-hazardously in a wicker basket in Birdie's room.  All of the puzzle pieces sit at the bottom of the basket. Cows mingle with notes that cover rescue vehicles. Things have changed around here to say the least.  So the musical note puzzle is somewhere in that basket with all of it's little light sensors exposed.

In the evening, when I rock the Little Mister to sleep and the light in the room wains, the puzzle chimes out a note about every two minutes in a descending scale. It feels like magic, winding me down for the evening.

And sometimes when we lay in bed and talk our small talk that we like to talk before sleep, I get an itch on my back. And every so often, at the moment I get the itch, Sugar Daddy reaches over and rubs my back and I wonder if, after being together for so long, we share a kind of simple intuition or if it is magic.