In the South, nothing says comfort like chicken and noodles served over mashed potatoes. I know. Carb Overload. My blood sugar went up just by typing it. But man, oh man... Mmmm.
There has been excitement in the air this evening. It's Friday. Fall is here. The house is all decorated for Halloween. Christmas music has been playing...yes, in October. That's how we roll.
Cinnamon Scentsy burning...layered with the scent of a Yankee "Fall Leaves" candle, flickering in the kitchen. The crock pot bubbling...taunting grumbly tummies.
I listen to the words of "O Come All Ye Faithful" and my heart is pricked with an awareness of how thankful I ought to be for this life and it's joyous simplicities...and this day. I realize that THIS is the day I have waited for...all year. Fall is what I yearn for in the Winter, Spring, and Summer.
The windows are cracked, allowing the occasional chilly breeze to float through the kitchen. The kids have moved their imaginations to the back yard and the echos of their squeals and laughter float through the kitchen. And then a blood curdling scream. Apparently someone didn't get their way. Par for the after school course.
As the final dinner preparations are made, Bryce rushes in and complains that his hands are frozen. I tell him to "get nakey" and hop in the shower. I jump at the chance to pinch his sweet, little bickies. They are ice cold. Another joy of Motherhood. Pinching frozen bicks.
I wash my hands. (Had to clear that up before I went on)
Dinner is served.
The kids started a conversation about where the best places to live would be. Karah talks about moving to Alaska and starting a Dog Sledding company with Kess. Bradley talks about Texas. Bryce just drinks his grape Kool -Aid and observes.
We told them that we would buy a Winnebago and drive to wherever they are and stay for a month at a time - taking turns at each of their homes. Upon further discussion - they said they want to live wherever we are...and they definitely want to be here at Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I remember those feelings. Unable to visualize life beyond "home". Little do they know, but their lives are waiting for them. Spouses, babies, grand babies. I hope that when that life finds them...that they will be prepared...ready to venture out of the nest, as far as necessary. That their wings won't be clipped by their love of this happy chapter of their lives ---- and that they know that wherever they go...no matter how far... this boy and I....we will hunt them down in our Winnebago:)
(He's not Popeye. He was just captured mid-chew.)
I'm waxing sentimental this evening.
From grouchy to teary in 4.0
Must have been the dinner.
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