He stood silhouetted in the kitchen doorway this evening, holding a slightly flattened squirrel by one paw with two fingers. "Hey, look, Papa. See what I found out by the woodpile? Think there's any good meat on it? It is a bit stinky."
Papa smiled, told him to go throw it in the burn pile and come wash for dinner. Off Aiden ran, tossing the squirrel, back to wash and scrub.
I love my boys to death. I can't believe how much I love being their Mama. They fascinate me.
Tonight, a supper of homemade pizzas in the oven, Sean busily packing up the truck for a trip to the cabin with a few of the kids, kids laughing, chasing, putting out plates and cups at one of the picnic tables for dinner - the happy buzz and hum of home.
Here I am with two of my little men and the pooch, on the porch, enjoying the last rays of a perfectly beautiful day. We began working on order and routine again today and it was almost as if everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief, knowing what is expected, what comes next, a rhythm of relief to our days.
Tomorrow is half price day at a favorite thrift store in a big (er) city an hour away, followed by the baby shower of a childhood best friend of mine. It is wonderful knowing someone for your whole life who isn't family. I am so happy for her, seeing this new blessing in her life.
I took time yesterday to sort through bins in the attic, seeing what kiddo needs what for next fall and winter and have a mental list to put to paper for tomorrow's sale. We'll rise early, eat a treat of a sugary sweet breakfast and fruit in the van and hopefully get there as it opens, beating the crowds I hear will be prevalent.
Have a beautiful weekend.