Going to the park. Watering the garden. Grocery shopping. Tucking kiddos into bed. Everywhere I am, everything I do lately, I feel like somebody is missing.
This little boy that I have only met in pictures and dreams . . . it seems like he ought to already be here. He is so much a part of my heart. I can imagine Gideon here with us, a part of our family. I wonder . . . will he like to help feed the goats and ducks? Or will he be afraid of them? Will he want to help me make cookies? Will he be a cuddle-bug? Will he like for me to sing to him, like my dear Gracie, or will he be like my boys and say “Stop singing, please, Mom!” J (I don’t blame them.) Will he like helping Daddy in his woodshop? Everything we do, I feel like he should be here too. I am missing him today.
|We spent the afternoon playing in the river|
|the water was cold!|
|so Josiah decided to play in the sand instead|
|Derek caught a crawdad, but Gracie didn't want to touch it|
|Derek taught the boys how to skip rocks, too|
|Gracie wanted to cuddle with Mommy while the boys splashed|
|and we tried to keep Molly from splashing us as she shook herself dry,|
but what dog can resist a good shake right next to her people?
|Isaac made a bow and some arrows (hey, maybe that's worth a Cub Scout patch?)|
|and the kids made a really fun boat out of an old log!|