All day the rain teased and taunted while the forecasts promised great streaming inches of it. We were supposed to go to a T-ball game for Owen and wondered up until the last second if it would be called but it was not and since Lily had to work I went to take care of Magnolia and Gibson while Jason coached. Boppy came too and Jason's mom was there and so was Jessie and all was fine and easy, especially Magnolia who wanted me to hold her standing up so that she could wobble and balance and smile and give me kisses. She finally went to sleep in my arms, just before the game ended and Gibson came up and kissed her so sweetly and said, "Night-night, Magnolia."
And then ran off to make mischief of one kind or another. He gave Jessie and his other grandmother and me all clover flowers to put behind our ears and then announced that we were all engaged to him. When I kissed him goodbye in the van, he said that we would now be married, announced us man and wife and said, "I will kiss the bride in fourteen hours."
I am not making this up.
Maurice has been in another fight. Mabel has not been seen in over 24 hours.
It is finally raining.
I feel as if I could sleep for weeks and weeks and then some more weeks but that only works in fairy-tales, doesn't it?