Today's post will probably be late, and I'm okay with that. It's been one of those too-full days -- full of family, activity, conversation, creativity, playfulness -- full of life. It's been a beautiful day.
Last night my seventeen year old, Dos, called to say he was coming over because he needed help making a piñata for a class project. He had assembled all the necessary items, but wanted help putting it together. He arrived late (late, people) last night and we talked until our eyelids became too heavy to ignore, said our goodnights and went off to bed.
In the morning, his girlfriend found she had some extra time, so we ended up with some extra help in the piñata giraffe creating project. This was excellent for me -- now I could clean house and supervise their work. I love the times when the house is full of activity and laughter; I especially love when it involves Dos. He decided four years ago he wanted to go live with his dad to spend more time with him, and though I'm glad he's building a stronger relationship with his father, I miss him endlessly.
|Dos hoping a blow dryer will speed up the process!|
|Turbo and Grimm already in love.|
Now the Littles (and all the dogs!) are sound asleep. The Husband and I are relaxing on the couch as Dos plays a video game, and the darling paper mache giraffe has it's final layer on and is drying (sans blow dryer) on the table.
Soon, to bed. But for now, bliss -- only bliss.