I’m exhausted. To be expected I suppose. The funeral was lovely and I am so touched by all of those that were there or sent flowers. Many thank yous to be made when I’m a bit more alert.
I’m very proud of my boys.
Here’s Leo frowning, because well…he’s Leo and he was personally insulted at having to tuck his shirt in.
Owen of course was in a helpful, cheerful mode, bringing the carseats over from the other car.
Here they after the cemetery…on our way to lunch….slightly untucked and more relaxed. Of course Leo’s still frowning because….well, he’s Leo and doesn’t like having his picture taken. They were angels today though….gorgeous little boy angels.
On the way home from the cemetery Owen piped up and said if he had a fairy that would give him wishes he would wish that Grandpa was young and strong. There was a long pause and then Leo said, "well, and alive." I love my sweet peas.
I laughed out loud at that last bit. Very funny. Hope you’re able to get some rest this weekend.
Your father is alive, I see him in these two beautiful little boy faces.
love you
Your boys will prove to be more of a comfort than you know. I see so much of my dad in Evan and it makes my heart happy.
I love the last bit. Made me laugh.
Try to rest – now comes the hard part, carrying on.
Your boys will prove to be more of a comfort than you know. I see so much of my dad in Evan and it makes my heart happy.
I love the last bit. Made me laugh.
Try to rest – now comes the hard part, carrying on.
speaking from experience, those boys will save your soul….
Actually *those* particular boys, I suspect, are destined to save many souls.
speaking from experience, those boys will save your soul….
Actually *those* particular boys, I suspect, are destined to save many souls.