We're leaving sometime in the next couple of days to spend a week or so at my parents' farm. I don't know exactly when we're leaving, I don't know exactly how long we'll be gone, and I don't know exactly how many children we're coming home with (N may stay on for a bit and be chauffered back by my mom). I don't know if we're all going together, or if the kids and I will go and Husband will follow us a day or two later. All this not-knowing is kind of bothersome.
I don't know much
But I know I love you
And that may be
All I need to know
That was in case you needed a little Aaron Neville/Linda "Too Damn Many Consonants" Rondstadt clunking around in your head. You're welcome.
Today was N's last day of school. He made a couple of super sweet cards, full of hearts and general adorableness, and picked out a bouquet of flowers (totally his idea, not even a nudge from me) for each teacher. The shrivelled, blackened lump I call my heart got a little bit squishy as I watched him walk, rather solemnly, into the classroom with a big bunch of flowers in each arm. He certainly looked classier than his brothers--J, on my hip, had no shoes on, and G had a small wet spot on his crotch. Glorious.
Tonight N was so excited at the prospect of our impending trip that he couldn't wind down. Once the little guys were asleep, I laid next to him and played with his hair to help him settle. It took just a couple of minutes to relax him enough to fall asleep. He's so big, but he's so little. I love to watch him grow, but I love that he's still my boy. I hope he never grows too big to be my boy.
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