We are having such a nice morning. I'm sure it won't last. But I have cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom (well, almost), the house is redolent of rosemary & lavender, Henry helped fold laundry ("I'm a big boy, so I know how to fold things!) and is now single-mindedly constructing a folly of a garage for a Hot Wheel car out of blocks, and James is drawing with colored pencils on beetle-sized bits of paper he tore up.
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| Last week's iteration. |
Last night we were all lolling together before bed and James plunged toward Henry saying "Mmmmmm"--his idea of a kiss. They grappled for a moment. Then Henry sat up and said, "I guess James wanted to pour his love into me."
Some days I don't really enjoy my life much until everyone is asleep, so I want to remember this.
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