a family in church
Dec. 7th, 2014 11:58 amThere is nothing to this entry but a description of this family that I like to see in church, whom I saw today. And it's a long description! But for some reason I wanted to write it down here.
They tend to sit a few rows in front of where we tend to sit:
A beautiful mom who never ages (maybe ten years younger than me, though?), with long black hair and always a brilliant smile. She is curvaceous: narrow waist and big hips and big bosom. Today she was wearing a tight-fitting charcoal-gray pullover. Next to her, her youngest son, maybe five years old. He has long black eyelashes and hair the color of fallen beech leaves. Next to him, the second-oldest daughter, about ten years old, and sitting in her lap, the youngest daughter, about three. Second-oldest has long brown hair that's my-color brown: brown as dark as it can get without being black. She was wearing a blue-and-purple plaid shirt. Youngest-daughter (alone of all the kids in this family) has blond hair, with one tiny side-braid (tied with a purple hair tie). She was wearing a purple velour dress and lilac cowboy boots. She and youngest-son are both tiny; the sister whose lap she's sitting in is also small, but slightly more sturdy seeming.
Next to second-oldest sister was oldest sister, maybe fifteen? She has long hair too, mostly brown like her sister's but with tips that are a paler highlighted-streaked-bleached color of pale-brown to blond. She was wearing a mini jeans jacket and a floral shirt. Next to her, the oldest brother, with black hair like his mother. He's maybe fourteen. He has those same long eyelashes his younger brother has, and a quiet face. He's plump rather than skinny, but not dramatically so. ... And I notice I pay attention to what the girls are wearing but not the boys, as I can't recall now what he was wearing.
Last was dad, the most mysterious to me, because unlike the rest of the family, who are have sunny faces that it's a pleasure to see, he always has a slightly irritated, or at least closed-off, look. He's somewhat plump too, and balding, but I can see how he's got the same good looks that his kids have--just with years added on.
Littlest sister had her arms around the younger of her older sisters, and her head resting on her sister's shoulder, nestled against her sister's neck, and her older sister seemed happy to hold her, and even when their mom offered to take littlest sister, both girls shook their heads.
I've watched this family since before the littlest one was born; I've said hi in passing to the mom. I don't know--seeing them just always makes me happy. They can't possibly guess--would have no reason to guess--at the pleasure they give me. So that's something. Sometimes just appearing in a place, you may be making people happy, without even knowing it.
They tend to sit a few rows in front of where we tend to sit:
A beautiful mom who never ages (maybe ten years younger than me, though?), with long black hair and always a brilliant smile. She is curvaceous: narrow waist and big hips and big bosom. Today she was wearing a tight-fitting charcoal-gray pullover. Next to her, her youngest son, maybe five years old. He has long black eyelashes and hair the color of fallen beech leaves. Next to him, the second-oldest daughter, about ten years old, and sitting in her lap, the youngest daughter, about three. Second-oldest has long brown hair that's my-color brown: brown as dark as it can get without being black. She was wearing a blue-and-purple plaid shirt. Youngest-daughter (alone of all the kids in this family) has blond hair, with one tiny side-braid (tied with a purple hair tie). She was wearing a purple velour dress and lilac cowboy boots. She and youngest-son are both tiny; the sister whose lap she's sitting in is also small, but slightly more sturdy seeming.
Next to second-oldest sister was oldest sister, maybe fifteen? She has long hair too, mostly brown like her sister's but with tips that are a paler highlighted-streaked-bleached color of pale-brown to blond. She was wearing a mini jeans jacket and a floral shirt. Next to her, the oldest brother, with black hair like his mother. He's maybe fourteen. He has those same long eyelashes his younger brother has, and a quiet face. He's plump rather than skinny, but not dramatically so. ... And I notice I pay attention to what the girls are wearing but not the boys, as I can't recall now what he was wearing.
Last was dad, the most mysterious to me, because unlike the rest of the family, who are have sunny faces that it's a pleasure to see, he always has a slightly irritated, or at least closed-off, look. He's somewhat plump too, and balding, but I can see how he's got the same good looks that his kids have--just with years added on.
Littlest sister had her arms around the younger of her older sisters, and her head resting on her sister's shoulder, nestled against her sister's neck, and her older sister seemed happy to hold her, and even when their mom offered to take littlest sister, both girls shook their heads.
I've watched this family since before the littlest one was born; I've said hi in passing to the mom. I don't know--seeing them just always makes me happy. They can't possibly guess--would have no reason to guess--at the pleasure they give me. So that's something. Sometimes just appearing in a place, you may be making people happy, without even knowing it.
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