What a fine little fellow, clinging to an orchid plant when I watered it.
And there was this today, too.
In order for the artist to do this.
And there was game playing and bed-making and then bed snuggling and clothes on the line and Hank visiting and men building box blinds for deer hunting and plenty of snacks and back-scratching and head-rubbing and me telling Owen as Jessie and I were doing those things for him, "This is the best moment of your life. You will spend the rest of your life trying to have a moment as good as this." There was holding-Gibson-like-a-baby-and-rocking-him-and-singing-to-him-and-giggling. There was pea picking and pea shelling. There was puzzle-doing and me trying to explain what "freak" means and there was toy-sharing and toy-envy and there was a lot of laughing and so yeah, I pretty much got my attitude adjusted.
Now I'm going to cook some beets and I told my husband that he doesn't have to eat them but he does have to try them. He does not like beets. One of the very few foods he really does not like the taste of. So we shall see.
There was this. There IS this.
We shall see how Sunday goes.