|A fenced yard, praise the Lord! I pray mighty angels around this little house to protect sweet boys who love, love, love to be outside.|
|A visit from a little friend girl.|
I can honestly say I didn't do much other than cook, empty and fill and dishwasher and play with wee folk. For the most part, their wish was my command.
They were always ready to see Pappy and for him to sit so they could maul him awhile.
When I pulled away Sunday, with Giddy-Up waving on the porch, knowing he'd be heading out to his new place when his brother got up from his nap, I cried all the way to church. You would think they were moving to Botswana.
Any of my three kids would move to Botswana or wherever I think. They don't have that same love of all their extra people being close. They get that from the Handy Man. Me. I want them all under my feet. Even when it is craziness all around, inside me is calm. I am seriously in the minority in my own family and have never quite been able to adjust. Of course, this is on mind since that is most and longest time I've ever had kids back home. It makes me understand my Mom a bit better. She has lived in lots of chaos in many forms, but she preferred whatever was happening to nothing happening. She had seven kids and has often said she would have been happy to have seven more. Trust me, there are some days I wish there a few more of us.
So, the move left me and Pap with colds and spring cleaning to do. I was glad for this week off and while I hate cleaning all day by myself, I appreciate it being done. I've enjoyed some good times with friends for lunch and have read and read and slept in a bit.
I've inherited Rae's moving boxes, as I learned that I have to pack up my entire classroom and move it out and then move it back in before I'm back in the class at the end of July- blek.
Our spring break will end with another (hopefully) last winter interlude. Good thing I didn't pack all the warm clothes away just yet.