Mike left town on Friday afternoon with the two big boys, leaving me at home by myself for the weekend with Sam. Sam cried, and cried, and cried for at least an hour after they drove away, and didn't want to leave the front porch until they came back. "I wait right here," he sobbed. What a tender age he is at. I consoled him by taking him to the pumpkin patch, and he helped me pick out half-a-dozen green, orange and white plump beauties. I spent the weekend crafting for Autumn, and didn't get nearly as much done as I hoped, but I enjoyed the quieter, slower, and cleaner pace of it just being the two of us around here.
Everyone arrived home safe and sound tonight (I'm so grateful for that), and John and Charlie almost fell asleep in their meatloaf, they were so exhausted from all of the fun they've had these past few days. There is so much truth to the worn phrase "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." There is nothing like being apart to make you want to spend a long time looking at your husband, talking to him, catching up, because I sure do take him for granted most of the time. The house seemed far too quiet after two days away from my wild and crazy boys, that when they flew through the door, I was so ready for them to be home.
I am grateful for all of us together. The chasing and the chaos and the crashing and the fighting and the talking and the snuggling and the loving. I am grateful for my family, because they are mine.
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I had forgotten that quote -- perfectly shared and I totally agree.
Oh, sweet Sam. I bet he's glad his brothers are home!
Isn't that the truth about absence. I felt that same way after returning from my trip. I bet after Sam got over the sadness, he enjoyed some one on one time with you.
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