I missed my darling baby so much this week, and he’s finally back home. It was so good to just love and hug on him tonight, to see his sweet, silly smile and hear his deep, throaty giggle. He was in excellent spirits, enjoying any and every little thing we did together from walking the dog, watching “Diary of a Worm” and “Frosty the Snowman” to eating cheez whiz and crackers and later chips and cheese (which are about two of the only things he eats anyway), he was so excited about it all. He kept telling his brother, “I’m eating chips and cheese and watching ‘Frosty the Snowman’ with such enthusiasm, I couldn’t help but smile with him. He’s the pizzazz in my life, even when he’s upset, because it’s always with so much passion and spark! He brings to the table zest and zing and all those other zealous Z words that make him unique.
While my youngest is the pizzazz, my oldest is the tried and true loyal companion who warms me from the inside out and makes me feel better when I am sad. With just the two of us, we had a fabulous time this week, enjoying lengthy, insightful conversations (pretty amazing for a 9 year old) and having the opportunity to actually complete our sentences without being interrupted, which was nice. We bonded quietly and consistently as we tend to do, but we still missed the other part of our lively clan.
So, when our third returned today, we realized he added the necessary energy and life back to the house that we were missing this week. He’s my “light up any room he walks into,” and “the life of the party” kid, and my oldest is the “melt your heart with his sensitivity” and “never harm a fly” kid. Obviously, they each have such a special place in my heart, and tonight as I “slaved” over my 15 bean soup for 4 hours (even though I know I’m only making it for myself because neither of them will touch it), I was so, so glad to have them with me. Just being in the same space with them fulfills me and gives me an indescribable peace.
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