There's my boy, coloring while waiting to see the neurologist at Nemour's Children's Clinic in Jacksonville. We drove over this morning, and Gibson went with us too. Lily stayed home because she babysits for Wiley Cash on Monday's and this was just a follow-up appointment and she knew we could handle it.
And of course we did.
The appointment wasn't much. Questions, a few simple tests. (Follow my finger, touch your elbow to your knee, etc.)
Gibson was pretty good about keeping quiet while the doctor was talking to us about Owen and to Owen but when things had almost come to an end, he stood up and stuck his chest out and showed the doctor his flea bites and his paper cut. Then he told her a story about bees and how he puts pollen on himself so that the bees will come and oh, I'm not sure what all.
"He's adorable," said the doctor.
Gibson felt a part of it all which is what he wanted.
And then we met Jason's uncle for lunch at a barbecue place and can I tell you that the baked beans had FOUR DIFFERENT KINDS OF BEANS IN THEM? They were so good.
Food. It's always about food, isn't it?
And then we drove back home.
We hit the Busy Bee on the way over and on the way back too and we used their delightful bathrooms and perused their fine selection of everything from gator heads to bulk candy to gourmet jerky to Indian print dresses to fine jewelry to...
Well. Name a thing.
They have it.
The boys were pretty darn good and I did enjoy my time chatting with Jason. We had some good laughs.
And when I got home, look what I found.
Drains connected and all is beautiful.
I think I'll move back in there but I won't feel right about it until I get my "real" curtains up and the cleaning done and the tidying done and the purging done. But my Lord, it's a beautiful sink in a now-beautiful piece of furniture.
My husband. I do so appreciate him. He would never, ever believe this but in some ways, he is an artist as well as a craftsman. He might not realize it but I do.
I'm very tired and I'm going to make our supper and I'm going to go to bed as early as I want to.
I am grateful that my grandson is doing so well and I have to say that I am grateful that he wants me to go with him to these appointments. He proudly told his great-uncle today that I have been to every one of them.
I love my boys so much. All of them. My son, the grandsons, their daddies, their granddaddy.
There are a lot of asshole men in this world but right here we have some of the truly, truly good ones.
And they're all pretty cute, too.