“The most treasured and sacred moments of our lives are those filled with the spirit of love. The greater the measure of our love, the greater is our joy.” ~Joseph B. Wirthlin

2009-Summer Stuff

Max calls his blanket a jampie (pronoucned something like jam (as in jam and bread) and pie (pee), but he adds a little twist to the jam part, maybe like jiam-pee). He’s the only one on the planet -or in our family at least- who can pronounce this word like he does. We’ve each tried to say the word and it just doesn’t come out the same. If you ask him to say blanket, he’ll say blanket. If he asks you for his blanket, he’ll say “where’s my jampie?”. I think it is some form of blankie. Or maybe he combined blanket with jammies. Whatever it is, its wonderful.

He’s usually tired when he calls it by name, and those are the times he’s most warm and cuddly and snuggled and nuzzled and raspy and melty. Sometimes he sounds like ET. “Jiaaaaaampieeeee”. A million times as much as he likes that jampie, I like to hear it, get it for him and carry him around. Those are sacred moments.