Rested. Not too crazy.
Mr. Moon, however, is bitterly disappointed. He's been waiting and waiting to be able to go up to Georgia to the hunting camp to get things done that he needs to do but it's raining there this weekend and will be and so he's not going and it's upsetting to him. I understand. I will try to make his weekend at home worthwhile. Perhaps we can frolic around the old homeplace and I'll make him biscuits and of course, we can go see our newest love.
Two pictures I stole off the Facebook:
I'm having a hard time staying away from that vortex of love.
Adoration of the baby. It is a necessary thing, I do believe, in the development of a human. To be adored, to adore.
One of the things which most amazed me when I had my children is how I felt as if I had always known them. I could, yes, remember before they came, but it just didn't feel as if they hadn't been there all along.
Is that supernatural or is it just a weird feeling (and I've heard many mothers say the same thing and fathers, too) or is it just some sort of scientific reality that we haven't figured out yet?
I don't know. But I love that look of recognition which passes between parents and their babies. That wonderment of gaze and knowing.
Well, enough blah-blah and blather.
I need to go to town (yes, again!) to get seeds for the fall garden. It is supposed to get cool here today and it will be a perfect time to clean out the zinnias and watermelon, to have Mr. Moon till, to plant my greens, my lettuces, my carrots and so forth.
Happy Friday, y'all.