Well, yet another irony in that I woke up this morning with one side of my throat extremely sore and not feeling very well at all.
I did some chores around here and then went to Lily's and we drove to town to go to Target to get the rest of the things Owen needed for camp. Underwear and bug spray and other things of great importance were purchased and then we went to a Jason's Deli for lunch. I had to laugh at the children's choices. Owen wanted the salad bar, Gibson got a kid pizza, and Maggie wanted a bowl of cream of broccoli soup.
The girl loves her broccoli.
And then I came home and did a few more chores and took a little nap and now it's time to make supper and I still don't feel very well although my throat isn't sore anymore.
Tomorrow Lily and Jason will drive Owen to his camp which is a few hours south of here. I need to get the card I bought him in the mail tomorrow so that he gets it before camp is over. He was a little bit emotional today and I understand that. Not only is he leaving home for five days but also he's just at the age when hormones and life are starting to shift on him. He's getting so tall so quickly. He's sweet to his MerMer though and he wore his Rolling Stones T-shirt today because he knows I love it. He knows I love him. I'm pretty sure he knows it to his bones.
I hope they all do, these grandchildren of mine.
It has been such a gift to me to be able to keep records here of their births and their early lives. Of their developmental milestones, of the funny and profound things they've done and said, not to mention the pictures. If there is any reason at all that I would hope that this blog doesn't someday just disappear into the ether it's that I want them to know how much I have loved them since before they were born, how much their lives mean to me, how very, very much their grandfather and I have loved them.
The world may be going to hell but there is still love and there is still caring.
So much of both.
I'm going to go make our supper now. Not a good evening for me and writing.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be better and this sense of melancholy will have drifted away like the storm clouds did this afternoon as I hurried to get the clothes off the line.
It never did rain. But that's okay.