Lily came over today to bring me a prescription that she'd picked up for me and brought the kiddos and Lauren and Pepper too. It was so good to see everyone. The first thing Maggie does is run for the hen house where she looks for eggs. She found three today! She may grow up to be a hen wife herself. After egg collecting she got up in the boat and Gibson joined her. "You are the captain!" she said. "I am the pirate. ARRGGH!"
Seriously. She did. She said that. And we all know that what she really is, is the boss.
Captain Gibson at the helm.
Pirate Maggie at the ready! Her hair was super curly today. Her hair is one of the wonders of the world in my opinion.
The grown-ups and Owen had a nice socially distant yard chat. Here's my O-Boy.
Not sure what the glove is all about but it may have had something to do with the homemade light saber he was carrying when he got here. He is growing up so fast. He's just so intelligent and funny and interesting and interested.
"I miss you so much," I told him.
"I miss you too," he said.
Of course he'd say that. But he might.
When they left there were a million air kisses and air hugs and I love-you! I love you's.
They went on their way to pick up some flowers and sparkly wine for Hank and Rachel which they took and dropped off at the wedding day couple's apartment. Mr. Moon and I sent a card and a little enclosed flat-gift for them via Lily. Jessie called me later to say that she was dropping off some of the beer that Vergil had made earlier for their wedding when we all still thought there was going to be one today. We got a picture later of the sweethearts having a toast with it.
That call from Jessie turned into a very emotional and wonderful experience.
August broke into the conversation to ask me a question.
"Mer. When is this horrible...sickness... going to be OVER?"
My heart broke.
"Oh, August. I don't know. Soon, soon, I hope."
I told him that I was in the library sitting on the couch looking at all the books I want to read him and all the toys and the little carriage that Levon likes to push and the puzzles. And then he said, "Mer, will you read me a book so I can hear your voice?"
Well. Holy hell.
And of course I did. I'm crying right now just thinking about it. We read "Sammy the Seal" by Syd Hoff and it didn't matter in the least what it was I reading him. We both just needed that so much. Or at least I did.
Jessie said that they were reading a book the other day about the adoption of a puppy, I think, and that she was explaining what adoption was to August and he said, "Please, please, please! Can Bop and Mer adopt me?"
I think he decided that he would like to be adopted for five days.
I think that Bop and Mer could handle that.
Hell, y'all. I can't take too much of this missing the kids. I'm about ready to risk it. It's funny how even though the danger has nowhere near passed I am becoming a little more laissez faire when it comes to my fear of catching the virus from my children or grandchildren and I suppose that is absolutely the wrong way to feel. My emotional brain tells me that someone I love could not possibly be a vector of infection. No way. No how. That holding and hugging them is what I'm supposed to be doing and that I'm being ridiculous in this over-cautious avoidance of touch.
Oh fuck. I don't know. I really do not know.
But what I do know is that if it weren't for this heartache, I could probably live like this forever. The man and I are getting along so well and lovingly and although I can't get my hands on my kids we're texting far more than ever, sending pictures and messages and love throughout the days. We're such a sappy family when it comes to things like that. The heart emojis are flying, people!
My husband isn't stressed out, I'm not stressed out. We're taking such delight in the smallest things. We are easily amused. We are taking nothing for granted.
We are not yet nearly bored.
Well, I better get supper ready so that we can watch that concert. Please god, don't let the Rolling Stones go on late, late, late. I hope we can find a channel to watch it on. I'd surely like to see it on the big screen rather than the computer screen.
Let's check in tomorrow, okay? And in the meantime, stay safe, stay well, sweet dreams.
P.S. I've just thought about how horrible it must have been for parents who lived in London in World War II who had to send their kids off to live in the country with strangers in order to keep them safe during the Blitz and I feel guilty even talking about how hard it is for me even as I am able to see my beloved babies, albeit without touching them.
Yes. This is hard. But it's certainly not the hardest. I shall try to remember that.