Perfectly Imperfect

He has gotten back into the street sign making thing this summer. It seemed to be on hold for awhile, but we are in full swing around here again. My kitchen counters and pretty much every door jam has a sign fastened to it somehow. He has added a new addition. The clearance sign. Not to be confused with the “sale” sign. The clearance sign lets you know how much room there is above your head when going into a room or under a door frame. He has measured all the door frames and it seems that we have 6′7″ of clearance. It is amazing to me what he notices. We were driving on the highway today and he kept making announcements. I would hear, “Attention. Low 9 – 0.” Then it was, “Attention. Low 7 – 8.” It took me awhile, but I figured out that he was announcing the clearance of all the bridges we were passing under. He makes the clicking noise too. You know the one that you would hear if a person was making an announcement over a loud speaker. I had to laugh to myself because it really did sound like he was using a microphone. I love his imagination. I am fascinated with this new style of dress he has shown an interest in. It seems so unlikely that he would enjoy dressing in clothes that are so restrictive. He likes to lounge around in a variety of positions and he doesn’t seem to be aware of where his body is in space, so the choice to dress in clothing that inhibits movement seems strange. But then again… I looked out the kitchen window this afternoon and was watching him play in the yard. It was drizzling slightly and he was running barefoot through the grass, tuxedo pants and all, holding a street sign he had just made. He was running to place the freshly made sign on a post of some kind and I was struck by how beautiful he is. My heart swelled with love for my quirky little man. He is the perfect mix of brilliant professor and Tom Sawyer. Fancy and tilt-y. It was in that moment that it all made sense to me.