Kahlil Gibran

Today is Bennett's 3 month birthday! yes..I am one of those mothers.... I keep up with every week... and until he is one year old, we will have monthly birthdays....decision final :)

And yes, that means it has been 3 months since the accident.  It is crazy how fast time goes by when it creeps along so slowly...

Bennett has started using his hands more and more... he will lay on his play mat and try so hard to get the bird or the elephant hanging above him... he lays there and just coos and babbles on and on.... I could watch him for hours.. literally.  I've been noticing that the most dominant hand is his left hand...even Josh mentioned the fact that he is so good at reaching and grasping with it.

Josh also mentioned something about Bennett not being able to use his guns to hunt IF he is left handed..

Found out tonight from my mom that Tommy was left handed.....

coincidence?

maybe so.... but to me, I find comfort even in something as small as that..


Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."



And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper the sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.