So, my mama came and went.
It was wonderful.
She got here late Friday night after the boys were already down. The next morning, Boy got up at the crack of dawn and appeared by her couchside.
And that pretty much sums up the whole weekend. The boys were instantly and permanently smitten with my mom’s gentle , kind, serving spirit. As I am.
She cleaned my kitchen. And let me take naps. And watched the kids while I went to church!
I actually almost didn’t make it. First of all, Boy fell and hit his head on a box-spring. Major goose egg. After I calmed him down I decided that even though church was about to start, I’d still try to make it. I had no makeup on and my hair was wet. Figured I’d at least dry my hair and then go. But after many many years of valuable service, my hair dryer decided to explode and shoot angry flames at my clean white dress.
I did make it to the car though, AND TO CHURCH, despite having zero gas.
And the HEATER was stuck on in the elementary school where this church meets so they had the doors open and this huge industrial fan set up to blow cool air in. I sat RIGHT IN FRONT of that fan. And I don’t care who you are. If you’re all dressed up and the wind is blowing your hair around all cool-like, you totally feel like you’re in a hair commercial. I did.
Arg! Started to draw how I felt but then decided I’m way way way too
lazy tired to draw anything other than sticks but here you go anyway.
And so today, after my mom left (me a clean house) and I’d stuck the boys in separate rooms for a nap, I laid on the couch and felt intense satisfaction about all the things everywhere.
Thank you, Mama.
I love you with all my daughter-heart.