Well, I did what I wanted to do today which was to go to town and see my boys.
The picture of Gibson is really of his mama whom I haven't gotten a good picture of lately. It's all been about the baby and honestly, I just have to say that I am astounded, over and over and over again at what an amazing mother Lily is.
That doesn't sound quite right, does it?
But still, you have to put it all in perspective- she is MY baby and as such, it seems like only a few years ago when she was just a child and now, here she is with these two boys and she is vastly patient and endlessly loving and she enjoys her children so much! I watched her playing a balloon game with Owen tonight and it just made me so happy.
She adores them, those sons of hers and I can tell that she doesn't take one thing about them for granted and yet, at the same time, she is completely relaxed and easy-going with them.
She is the mother I always wished I were.
She mothers from the heart and the gut and she's smart about it all and does her research but she doesn't overthink every damn thing. God, I just admire her so much.
And you can tell what sort of a mother she is by the way the boys are.
Owen is a love. Okay, he can be a Power Ranger and threaten you with his Ninja Power but then he turns around and hugs and kisses you. Several times today he just collapsed on me in the most snuggly way and it was heaven. He brushed my hair for me. He fed me chicken tenders from his plate with his fork at supper tonight. He is a loving, generous soul. And he's funny.
When I changed his diaper today, he turned over, revealing his tushie and said, "Put a diaper on my big butt."
Okay, yes. He is ready to potty train. But not quite or he would be. No one's freaking out about it and he isn't either. I think that one of these days he's going to say "enough is enough," and that will be that with the diapers.
And Gibson? Well. What a darling that boy is. He gurgles and he coos and he smiles and he grins and when you stick your tongue out at him, he sticks his tongue out at you. He sleeps for at least six hours straight at night. I had HEARD that there were babies who did such things but I certainly never had one. He is the perfect bundle to hold. He wants to stand up in your lap and he does, his tiny strong legs like little tree trunks and he wobbles and sways but he refuses to sit down. He is ten weeks old and I swear, he's almost ready to sit up by himself. I can't be in his presence without wanting to hold him, without kissing that face over and over and over again which makes him smile.
I mean- please.
And so that's what I did today. I saw my grandboys. We went to the Costco and Owen was not a wild child but a fairly well-behaved child, and he insisted on getting cherry tomatoes and he wanted his mama and me to go into the lawn shed with him and we did and his eyes got big and it was sort of magical to be hidden from sight in that great warehouse of a store. We ate everything offered to us and we bought none of it but we did buy almonds and the tomatoes and mushrooms and yogurt, too.
And then Owen came home with me and we played some cards and he watered the plants
and we did this and we did that and then we drove back to town and went to supper with Bop and Lily and Gibson. Jason was at work and it was good to get Lily out of the house and we loved it, being with her and those boys and I didn't have to cook and no one had to clean up and so it was a lovely thing.
It's been a long, good day. I have some cookies in the oven for Mr. Moon to take fishing tomorrow and laundry is finishing up. I am looking forward to bed and a book, as always.
It's almost shameful how much I look forward to that. The bed and the book.
And tomorrow Mr. Moon is leaving for a few days for that fishing and Lily and Jason are taking the boys down to Satellite Beach to see Jason's great-grandparents and it will just be me here. And that will be perfect too, knowing that soon enough, my loves will be coming home again.
And I will be right here, ready to love and be loved by all of them.