Last night I got many sweet hugs my kids get me before bed-time, tender, slow hugs, lingering hugs.
It was interesting to note that they feel the passage of time, just like I do.
Things will be the same, yet different.
A new year, a new season, something gone that will never return again.
I stayed up, praying, until I fell asleep on the couch and woke again at 2AM. Read the introduction to “The Shack”…a book my friends keep telling me not to miss.
I woke happy this morning, my husband getting an early call, awaiting the first “Happy Birthday”…it came from my husband.
I was ordered “Back to bed!” from upstairs by my daughter, who’d planned to get up and fix me breakfast in bed. Knowing we are going out to supper later, hopefully,I convinced her to let me have my Lucky Charms. We are waiting for Boy Wonder to return from his “Red’s Game/King’s Island” trip with a friend. His first big trip away alone! I wanted to take the younger two bowling, but don’t really want to go alone or waste the gas when we’d all enjoy it together another time.
The hub is working all weekend, so I’m trying to get chores caught up–we’ll keep doing chores when he gets home and then hopefuly all go to supper out somewhere. My kitchen will be nice and clean for a day. I got it pretty clean and am decluttering from the weekend all the extra appliances: breakmaker, pizza stones, sink washables. Got the floor damp mopped, though I see some spots I missed already, still learning to mop the new floor effectively.
Well, all for now! Have a great Labor Day!
Entry filed under: Everyday.