Or maybe handsome? My little guy is a whopping seven years old now, and I can’t believe it still. He was five years my baby, before Evie was born, the one bridge between my husband and me as we struggled through five years of untreated depression, the sweet child who says he’ll never marry so that he can take care of me when I’m old. He’s got a heart of gold, this one, and I wonder where it will take him.
Yesterday, she was outside playing, and I had to go start dinner. “Do you want to go inside with me or stay out and play with your sisters?” I asked.
“I want to stay home,” she said with the sweetest smile, as the wind blew her curly locks into her face. “I want to talk to you, and I want to kiss you, and I want to snuggle you…”
I love being her “home”. I can’t think of anything sweeter!
My peas are sprouting! I soaked them before we planted, because peas always take so long to germinate, but just a few days after we pushed them into the soil, they are poking their little heads up. Many people, apparently, don’t know about soaking seeds. I learned it from my dad, who always soaked his corn seeds for several days, rinsing each day, until they started sprouting in the jar. I only soaked the peas for one day, till they were plump and soft, but it really cuts down on germination time. Try it on all your biggest, hardest seeds!
Three weeks and two days till baby’s due date. (The belly makes a photographic appearance here.) Am I anxious? Ready to wear pants that don’t contain elastic? Eager to sleep without having to use the bathroom 12 times a night? Anticipating taking a deep breath without somebody’s tush taking up the space normally reserved for my lungs? Nope. Not me. Baby can take as long as he or she wants. 😉
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day, and I’ll see you over at Like Mother, Like Daughter!
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