Somehow, someway, this little boy appeared when I turned away just for a moment.
I am lucky enough to see him at least once a week, since we live a short distance away from each other, and I am the number one babysitter.
Life, my friends, is good.
Jessica's prom is slowing creeping up on us, and we haven't even begun our dress shopping. This is A BIG DEAL for me, because, Jessica is our baby and she is the last of our three girls to graduate from highschool. She is taking co op at school, and is thinking of becoming a chef, a baker, a cake decorator, something along those lines. She maintained her honour roll status, and I could not be more proud, or feel more blessed then I do right now.
On Sunday, Kayla, Shawn, Landon and I took a trek through Victoria Park. It was such a warm and lovely day, there were kids and parents everywhere, and I marvelled at the fact that Shawn and I were once again a part of it all. I was chasing a silly little boy, pushing him on the swings, and navagating his stroller through the the throngs of like minded people.
I am spending more time out of doors, even if it is just on the back porch watching the pups explore the sodden yard and debris left over from winter. (Part of that debris is a Power Wheels Jeep that a neighbour never retrieved). One day very soon, I will have to tackle that mess to make the yard Landon friendly. For now, I am just basking in the delight of a day without snow and mitts.
I never did talk about my trip back home to Halifax. Aside from spending an afternoon with a dear friend and her youngest daughter, most of my time was spent with my brother and sister in law. I skipped a visit with Betty, my bio mom, which was something that did not come easily for me. I so desperately wanted her to greet me with wide open arms and a flurry of hugs and kisses. It didn't exactly go as planned. For the sake of my mental health, and my desire to keep my visit as drama free as possible, I did not see my Mum.
It was the right thing at the time, but man, it was the hard thing.
I did learn that my family is hopelessly and mournfully lost without me *grin*
I missed my family, my little dogs, my Landon.
I was beyond happy to see, smell, and enjoy the ocean again, but coming home was great, too. I will never forget seeing Shawn sitting at the train station, flowers in hand, waiting for me to come home.
It made all of the panic attacks, sleepless train rides, and stress so worth it.
Shawn and Iare stronger and more in love than we ever have been. Iam happy to say this because, it was not so long ago that a third party and his involvement almost made for the end of us.
I look forward to seeing him everyday, and we are making an effort to spend more alone time and family time together.
On a less personal note, WTF is going on with The Walking Dead! Seven freaking months until the new season?Seven months to findout who or WHAT saved Andrea in the woods?
And what about Rick?
Is he losing it, or WHAT???
I think that there are going to be some huge surprises in store for Darryl, our resident rebel turned team player.
I just knew that he would save Carol. I am sure that there is a storyline in there somewhere, between Darryl and Carol.
What about T-Dog? Has anyone else guessed how this mystery many in the woods will affect his life and role in the group?
WTF is with the hooded stranger and his two armless pet zombies anyway?
I CAN NOT WAIT seven months to find out.
I am also on the edge of my seat waiting for The Cabin In The Woods and Hunger Games. Finally, some movies hitting the theater that look like they are worthy of my money and time. Jessica has read all of books, and promises that 'Games' will be worth the price of admission.
Well, since I am babysitting, I should go sit with the baby (he is right here with me) and play cars the way that I do whenever I come over. He is such a good boy, I have no idea where all of his goodness and sweetness come from. His gorgeous blue eyes however, are all from his Nana.