I've loved words for as long as I can remember. Les Miserables or the back of a Cheerio box - It makes no difference, I am no respecter of words. There is so much power in a word. It can embrace you, unfetter or bind you. Sometimes I find myself listening to this world streaming words -- a symphony of sounds. Or other times a cacophony (I happen to love that particular word).
In high school English Mr. Parsons used to give us lists of words to memorize. Sycophant tops my "favorite words from senior year list". Followed closely by Parsimonious. Several books still float around my bookshelves with names like 100 Words a Day or A Word a Day (for when I feel less ambitious).
An unquenchable thirst. . .
For me the most shocking post children change has been the disappearance of the word lists inside my head. It's as if someone came along and taped all the card catalog drawers shut and now I hunt around for what was once so easily accessible, replacing the missing words with shorter simpler substitutes.
This child here took over the spaces for mercurial, promptitude and auspicious:
And this child replaced the cells that housed irrepressible, germane and jubilant:
And this child supplanted beguiling, balmoral and felicitous:
Nikolai, Luke and Hazel - my most precious words. What are yours?