Beautiful Boys, A Real Sweet Toy

Mr. Moon washed the Cutlass inside and out and we took it down some red dirt roads to the bait place which is a sort of fish camp down on Lake Miccosukee and Mr. Moon bought minnows and worms. I looked around at the old trailers and shacks and thought, I could live here.

And I could.

Then we drove back home and there were our boys.

Owen was enchanted with the Cutlass. He wanted to drive it. His Boppy let him. 

To the garage, at least. 

Then they went fishing, those two fellas. I don't know how much actual fishing they did but I packed them a fisherman's lunch- two sandwiches, a cut-up apple and some corn chips. They ended up at a park with a lake where there are picnic tables and a playground. I just got this picture from Mr. Moon.

The texts with the picture said, "Got to get in the water." And "We had a good day."
That very piece of roped off water, right there where Owen is, that's where I used to go swimming when I was pregnant with his mama. If I wasn't at Wakulla Springs, I was at Maclay Gardens. That was a long, hot summer.

I had a real good day too. When I was holding Gibson this afternoon he grabbed my face in his hands and kiss-attacked my mouth. I am serious. And then he laughed. Oh, that laughing boy. When his mother got here after work we played on the bed for awhile. He went back and forth between the two of us and we threw him around and kissed him and there was more laughing. There is always laughing with that baby. Lily told me that Owen recently suggested that she "eat a lot of food and maybe another baby will come out of her tummy."
I think that says a lot about what a joy of a brother Gibson has been to Owen. A whole lot.
And it may also hint at the fact that Owen has no idea how babies get here and that his mother and daddy are going to have to start gently educating him. Well, Lily already has. She said she told him that babies don't really come out of their mommy's tummies. They come out of their uteruses. Not that he has any idea of what a uterus is, but it's a start.

So. Yes. A real good day. And I have even cleaned the floor in the Glen Den with water and vinegar and Fabuloso, just enough of that for the smell, and I guess I'll get in the kitchen and start mixing up some salmon patties.

Mr. Moon held my hand on the way to the fish camp. We drove down the tree-lined red dirt road and he held my hand and the car growled it's beastly growl and the sun shone down on us and we didn't drive too fast so the air was gentle and not rushing and there was not one thing wrong at all.

And there still isn't. Not right here on my back porch in Lloyd, Florida on a warm Sunday night in January.