Okay. Perspective can do a lot. Here's another picture.
Same boy, same fish.
Here's a picture from the picnic.
While they were gone, I made up some bread dough and set it to rise and then...laid down to read. Then fell asleep. Woke up to find a very big man carrying a sleeping little man in the room with me. He laid Gibson down beside me and we slept for an hour while Boppy took Owen to the horse farm down the road to pet the ponies.
Do I feel guilty?
Well, sure, a little bit. Not too much. I was allowing them to have quality time together. Right?
When they got back, Gibson and I had just woken up and Mr. Moon said, "Your turn," and so it was. He tried to catch a little nap in his chair but that was sort of fruitless.
He's a saint.
Now the bread's in the oven and the men folk are making a fire to cook steaks on.
Yes, steaks. Once when the boys came over, Mr. Moon cooked steaks and Owen pronounced himself a Steak Monster!
We shall see if the Steak Monster reappears tonight.
I'll cook some sweet potatoes and corn and make a salad and slice the bread and we shall have a feast.
And I have a feeling that after the boys take their bath tonight, someone is going to have clean out the tub. Is it ridiculous to say that I sort of feel as if my whole entire life has been leading up to just this?
Probably not. Because, quite amazingly, it has.