It has been a busy one at that. We have had fun.
Saturday we had Blake’s 2nd to the last game. Everyone that said would be to his games Not one has shown up. So I give up. Poor kid has been let down more than once. His last game is next week. I am sure everyone will say they are coming and then again not one person show up. This is also a reason for leaving. I am tired of broken promises of help, supporting our kids. We just don’t get it. Yet I am the one to support the weight of the world on our shoulders. I cant do it. I don’t have the cape. I gave it back to the universe.
Today we took the kids to the Peabody museum. We had so much fun. They had mummies and dinos. The kids were in heaven. I loved the living green section they have now. I took a picture of a mural and was made to erase it. Apparently you cant take a picture of it. Who knew the museum was policed with picture Nazi’s. Like was going to make a huge print of it or something. Good lord.
From there we went and let the kids run the mall as we walked, talked and window shopped. It reminded us of the days before kids. Paul and I are trying to spend as much time with each other and the kids before we get separated. I know he will end up having to go down south before us. I am ok with that. I am working on getting my butt in gear and walking everyday and exercising. So I am fully set for Septembers surgery.
It has been nice to talk about how far we have come in seven years of marriage and 8 years of being together. Our first year of marriage was the honeymoon period. We found out we were expecting and lost that baby. The baby just stopped growing at 13 weeks. November we found out we were pregnant again. Then found out times two. Hailey didn’t survive but we had Blake and we were blessed all over. My husband had an affair. We went to counseling went back to working on each other. While it still haunts me at times. I know he loves me and the kids more than life itself. We have had a second child. We have lost parents, jobs and homes. We have lived the high life and now the very low life. Yet I wake each morning knowing how loved I am. how supported I am. I feel my love cup is full. My heart is full. The heaviness I am feeling is going away slowly.
I know our boys feel more love than they know what to do with. Blake told us today he is lucky when we ask why he said because he is full of love. They both are truly happy. My heart smiles every time I hear their giggles. I know they are happy. We have family snuggles. They love movie night with the air popped popcorn. They are adjusting to changes. They love the fact we take the time to spend time with them. We are happy as a family. Yet we have had people question this. Ask my kids and husband any given day and time and they know they are loved and they are happy.
Now for a Blakeism I laughed so hard I almost peed myself. We were getting ready to leave and Blake went to give the gueina pigs a carrot with Nate right behind him. I am sitting at the table organizing my purse and Paul in the kitchen. We hear
“aww they are so cute. they are making love kissing each other.” Me laughing asked what he meant.Blake’s response “duh mommy they love each other so they make it by hugs and kisses. Didn’t you know that’s what love is” That was it I lost it in fits of giggles. Paul threatening to give me a depends and Blake wondering why it was so funny. Yet so innocent. Got to love that.
I see our plans coming together and I am more than happy with that. I am more than pleased with our lifes blessings.
Please pray for Angies family that they can find peace and comfort as they mourn the loss of angies aunt