It's been a beautiful day and if I'd known when I was in labor with Jessie that in twenty-eight years I'd be rocking her little boy to sleep I might have had even more incentive to be strong and be sweet and not complain.
Or, in reality, I probably wouldn't have cared and would have wanted to GET THIS BABY OUT as soon as I possibly could.
But. I did rock that boy to sleep today on the porch swing as the rain fell and we watched the cars and trucks go by and looked at the trees and as he relaxed and his eyes grew heavy, I sang to him and soon he fell asleep and that was heaven on this earth.
He was such a good little boy. He asked for Boppy first thing when he got here but he didn't fuss to find that Boppy was at work and he didn't fuss when his mama and daddy kissed him good-bye but told them he loved them and we played and we played and we played.
So many different toys! So many things to do and places to explore! So many books to read and animals to hug and an egg to find and a Mer to pop tiny pieces of banana with peanut butter into his mouth because he was way too busy to stop and eat.
After a few hours he started to yawn and rubbed his eyes and we started the process of taking a nap. Because this was all new to both of us we had to work our way to sleep and we did on that porch and I laid him down on the bed and he slept for three hours. His parents had been here for an hour before he woke up!
Well, it is common knowledge that Mer and Bop have the most comfortable bed in the world.
It didn't hurt that the AC Man (known in winter as Heater Guy) had arrived minutes after Mr. Moon called him and in five minutes had diagnosed and fixed the problem so that there was sweet cool air to sleep in.
So. All of that was wonderful but my beloved and loved MacBook has decided to quit working.
I'd go into detail but who cares except for me and besides, I'm writing this on my phone so it's a bit of a pain in the ass.
Normally I'd be so upset that eyes would explode but it's been such a sweet and beautiful day except for that that I just can't be that disturbed.
I've got bean soup cooking and I'm going to make a skillet of cornbread and I got to spend time with my baby's baby and it rained some today and my air conditioner has been fixed and it didn't require a new part to be shipped from Mars and as I rocked that baby boy to sleep I sang in my softest, sweetest voice, Dona Nobis Pacem which I learned in Girl Scouts one million years ago and as I sang I could hear in my heart all of the voices of girls whom I knew then as we sang in a round, Give us Peace, Give us Peace, Give us Peace.
And it was so.