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.