It's so funny to me that the table we crammed seven people around this morning is the same table I bought with my first husband in Thomasville, Georgia in about 1979 and which has been with me ever since. It is the table on which my beloved friends from nursing school and I studied in the early eighties. For awhile, in a house that we lived in when all the children were at home, that table sat out in a sunroom because it got too crowded for all of us and the extras that seemed to constantly find their way to our meals. The table we bought for that dining room is the one I'm now using on the back porch and most of my posts come from my MacBook which is perched on it and the round table, the oak table, is back in our dining room and at service again.
Another funny thing to consider is that when Mr. Moon asked me to dance with him at a bar in Tallahassee the night after Thanksgiving, 1983, I never once had any premonition that thirty-nine years later the table that my friends and children and I ate on and studied on and played games on would be filled with grandchildren although I did have a feeling in my very bones after the second time I saw him that he was going to ask me to marry him. And seven months later, he did.
I wonder how many pancakes I've served on that table now.
A lot. A heck of a lot.
The boys were so good last night. They slept in the big bed in the guest room instead of the fold-up beds laid out on the floor of our room which was truly a big boy thing to do. We read three of our favorite books including The Little Red Hen Makes A Pizza, of course. I scratched Levon's back for a little while until he was just about asleep and then scratched August's. I switched over to sort of gently scratching his head for awhile and he got so relaxed. And then he said something to me that about made me cry. It seemed to come out of nowhere.
"When I was little, I used to feel like I could fly," he said.
"Oh, August, that's so beautiful and wonderful!" I told him.
And then he fell asleep too.
I hope I never forget that.
This morning came bright and early when Lily brought her three over and the pancake making began. After that, the action never stopped. They ran all over and around outside this house playing hide-n-seek and they helped Boppy hook the trailer to the 4-wheeler and all rode to the dump in that trailer. Owen assured me he would hold all of the children tight. There is a grill around the trailer and although my grandmother heart wasn't fully into the idea, I figured the block and a half they would be traversing would be okay. And it was.
Owen and his grandfather did what they had told me they'd do which was to put the heavy plants back on the porch which was a lot of work. That made me so happy.
Before too long, the game sort of segued into a drawing session.
Saying good-bye to Jessie and the boys was hard because I won't see them for over a month as they are heading out tomorrow for North Carolina. August and Levon are so excited. And I am excited for them. I can't imagine anything better for that little family than to go spend summer on the mountain with Vergil's family. The mountain family.
She is so dramatic. I love it.
I told her that the songs had been very sweet but no, I had not cried. I should probably have lied.