Yesterday we celebrated our first grandchild's first birthday. Cupcakes instead of ye olde traditional cake. Much easier to inhale. Obligatory photos of him covered in cake and frosting. Everyone oooohhing and awwing as he sat there covered in sugar and beaming. All laughing when the boy had to be hosed down with the garden hose to remove all the detrius from his body. Families talking about life in their own homes. Enjoying our backyard and one another.
It was later when the boy when down for the night and I watched him on the bed my husband made for our own children. I was reminded what it meant to really open a door and to see what is on the other side. As I watched, I knew my folks weren't far away. They were watching too.
But I am here. And that is a very good thing. Even on days when I am tired and bitchy. The kids are driving me nuts and George wants time with me and I don't have it right then, it is good. I just have to sit and watch the boy sleeping. All is right with the world.
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