Once again, the birth of a child has derailed my blog. At the end of a day, typing with a babe in arms is just not pratical. Now the little man is 3 months old, close to double his birth weight, and all the way a member of the family. He has been the easiest baby we have had. As long as he is in arms, he is content, at least until he is ready to sleep.
That being said, it was a good summer. Lee has been under-employed this summer, which has made us poor (yes more than usual, lol) but has given us a lot of time together. We swam and fished in Lake Pinchot and spent a lot of time with all branches of the family.
I really gained an appreciation for my in-laws this summer. I fell in love with trekking up the mountain just to sit at their breakfast table and talk while the kids play with their cousins. Lee relaxes around his sister, brother, and mother. I like to see him relax.
I found new reasons to fall in love with him this summer. When my sister-in-law cleaned out the old family storage unit, his dresser from his teenage years was in it. I found old love letters in the dresser, from a few different girls to him when he was just a "kid." For some reason I can't pinpoint - for many reasons really - that just dizzied me. It made me look at him with new eyes. Not that I was ever "out" of love - but it just rekindled it even more. It was... it was just fun, if that makes sense. Our ten year anniversary is coming up.
I got to spend a good amount of time with my mother this summer. Not enough. It's never enough. But enough to appreciate how alike we are. I guess the best part was going to Ashcombe together. We are trying to fall back into ouir weekly routine now - we like routines. We like going to see Poppa, then going to "our" thrift store. And, after her sickness this summer, it would be nice not to break that routine. I love my mom.
No deep points - just wanted to catch this up a little since it's the closest thing I have to a journal and someday I may want to remember this summer. It was a good one.
It's really good to "hear your voice" again, Rachel. :)
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