Friday, December 17, 2010
It's True Love
I told you that Owen thinks Bop is god. I offer these pictures as proof.
I had Owen for a long time by myself this morning and it was good. We did get a walk and we picked up sticks and I gave him a ride in the wheelbarrow and we fed the chickens and we just played and played. Anything can entertain that boy. He's very much into rearranging things these days. He places this pot here, that seashell there, according to some inner balance he feels, I suppose. I don't know. His Aunt Jessie used to do the same when she was a baby.
Anyway, when Bop got home I was so tired I thought I might pass out. I did not sleep well last night. And Bop gathered the boy up and told me to go take a nap but before I did, I took those two pictures above. Do you see the mutual delight?
But then, when I woke up and got up, I walked through the guest room to find this:
And I thought I'd die.
Yes. It's been a good day.
And that boy will be back at six a.m. so it's going to be an early night tonight.
It is raining and there are martinis and I think that will be a very good thing.
My heart needs rest from all the breaking it did today. Over and over and over again.