Babysitting the nephews today.
They are sweet and they make me laugh.
Kids say the greatest things.
From the seven-year-old:
“You smell like your house.”
“Me and grilled cheese sandwiches are like two peas in a pod.”
And my own child, wide-eyed when I told him I would be taking his cousins to the park in his absence:
“My chin hurts too much to go to school today.”
I’m a big softie and a huge proponent of family first, even ahead of school.
The nephews and I are picking him up a few hours early and going to lunch and a park with him, instead of without him.
They are only little once, right?
I haven’t written anything here for the past few months.
I guess I have been feeling kind of private and withdrawn, and this is not the place for that.
But these boys, all three of them, have reminded me this week that life is good and sweet and short.
And my favorite bloggers have continually shown that some of the loveliest, most interesting lives I know are lived right out loud, in front of the world.
I don’t have to be all that.
I can be something in between.
I can just be a good mom and aunt who writes now and then.
So what the hell, here I am again.