It is Owen's night to stay in Lloyd! I made him pose for this picture and when I took it I told him that it was for the blog and that although I knew I had told him this many times, there are people who have been reading my blog since his mama announced her pregnancy.
He said, "Yes, you've told me," and then he said, "Didn't she tell you the day Obama became president?"
And she had. I told him how incredibly moved I was to think that my grandchild would grow up in a world where there was no doubt that a Black man could be president of the United States.
And of course I teared up because that is what I do. I must have the leakiest tear ducts in the South Georgia/North Florida area.
As I always do, I asked him when we made the plan for him to come and spend the night, what he wanted for dinner.
"Hmmmm..." he said. "Pork chops and pasta!"
I spent some time today looking up recipes for things like pasta with a butternut squash sauce and I got the things I might need for that at the store before I picked him up but when I quizzed him more closely on what sort of pasta dish he was thinking about, he told me that he wanted pasta with a white sauce.
"Like Alfredo sauce?" I asked.
"Exactly!" he said.
I will do my best. I also got the pork chops and artichokes. He loves artichokes. So do we.
Oh, he's my darling boy, that Owen!
I did a lot of laundry today and washed the sheets on the bed Owen sleeps in and got that remade. I do this when any of the grands spend the night. I want them to have visceral memories of the good-smelling, clean sheets when they stayed with us. Clean sheets and yummy food. And a Boppy that plays Wii with them and a Mer that reads books to them. Although...sigh...Gibson is the only one who will let me read "The Little Red Hen Makes a Pizza" at this point in time.
Sweet Gibson. He gave me the best hug in the world when I went to pick up Owen. Maggie gave me a hug too but she was worried about her hair which she said was "turning red" in some mysterious process I do not understand.
She already knows more about beauty than I do.
Owen is so proud of having gotten a new job. He has to go to the DMV to get a government ID. "And so it begins," I told him. And so it does. Why are children so eager to grow up and leap to the finish line of childhood? I do not know but I know that I did it too and it's the natural way of things, a beginning of the process wherein they think they are ready to leave the nest far before we can even begin to believe that they may have the wings to fly with.
I better go get those pork chops and artichokes going. I need to grate some Parmesan too. Of course. No purple cows for Owen anymore. He has outgrown them and in fact, doesn't much care for desserts. I did buy some fancy English biscuits. Ginger with dark chocolate coating. I thought that sounded sophisticated. If he doesn't like them, I know I will.