The magnolias are blooming. The ones we call magnolias, anyway. There are other magnolias which bloom and which we love but we call them by the names which identify them. Ashe magnolia, Japanese magnolia, and so forth. But these, the Grandiflora, we simply call Magnolia because truly, to us they ARE magnolias.
Vergil left this early morning for a work trip to Chicago and Jessie and the boys have come to
party stay over with us. Since Boppy wasn't home yet when they got here, August took me to the library where we proceeded to read books for over an hour.
Nothing could have made me happier.
And then Levon woke up from his nap and we all went outside for a little adventure and egg gathering and arugula picking.
And tractor riding.
Nothing could have made them happier. Except for their Boppy coming home. Which he soon did.
Levon's language skills are growing by leaps and bounds. Some of his favorite expressions and words are, "See!" "Egg!" "Do it!" "No!" and now, of course, "Boppy!"
When their grandfather pulled up into the yard August ran to meet him and Levon, his hand wrapped firmly around my little finger, plugged across the distance chanting "Boppy! Boppy! Boppy!"
How they love that man.
And he loves them.
And so supper needs to get done earlier tonight so I better get to it. It is good to have these sweethearts here.
Life can be troublesome and hearts can get weary but little people who want books and who clutch fingers and who are very, very excited to sleep in Mer and Bop's room go a long way towards putting things in perspective and bring a sort of comfort that very little else can. And there is something so wonderful about watching daughters being wonderful mothers that can make you feel like maybe you did something right.
And that is something I need on these days of quiet despair.
Off to make food.