Just A Day At Home

Baby and Mom and Dad and brothers all went home today. My house is quiet and the cats are all walking around freely looking content that the house is back to normal. The dog is passed out under my desk. Trying to take care of busy little boys everyday is a lot of work for her. She would hear them talking in their sleep and want to go out and check to see if they were okay. (Except she gives too many kisses.)
I got to see the new boy that God has been so gracious to give to our family. As newborns go just perfect. Tiny perfect baby. It is always hard to think of that perfect little face having whiskers someday.

Today the twins asked what I was fixing for dinner tonight. I told them I thought meatloaf and mashed potatoes. The said, " Tell Mommy and Daddy to pick us up after dinner." I laughed and laughed.

I had the privileged of seeing the boys see their new baby brother for the first time. I felt like an intruder, it was like a holy, family moment. I was thankful none the less. One of the boys just grinned and said, " Hi baby,
the next one bent down ever so carefully and kissed him on the forehead, but then concerned turned to his Mommy and wanted to know if she was okay. Then- the- used- to- be- baby, said, Hi baby as he climbed into his baby seat.
They left and that was always my favorite part, was when all are safe in your home for that first time and then when you lay down to sleep, it is with contentment and peace that all is well.

 I am thankful for the joy of getting to spend time with the boys, thankful that the new baby is here and thankful that tonight all will sleep in their own beds.
Last night I was sitting in my chair and I had two boys sitting in my lap. I remembered sitting in my grandmother's lap the same way. She never complained of us sitting all over her, and now I know why.
There is something special about this age, something special about having your children's children sit on you and know that you are blessed.

One of my grandsons is not a kisser or a hugger.  He never has been. Last night I had sat and talked to them before they went to sleep. One of them asked for a kiss and a hug and as I kneeled down to do that, the other one asked if he could kiss me goodnight and then gave me a hug. I know that no matter what I may of thought I gave up, it was all worth that one tiny kiss on my cheek.

You know one of the things about me is I never wanted to be a wife or a mother. I never wanted to be a stay at home Mom, none of that. I look at my life and always imagined if I had chose my life that I thought I wanted, it would not have been this.
You know what? I am glad God over ruled and gave me what I love. I am glad God knew me best and I am so happy to be here at home, being a wife and a mother and a grandmother.
Thanks for reading the ramblings of me today. I really do need to go sit and cry for a bit. Life is always full of surprises, thank you so much for sharing mine.

~Kim~