August thoughts.

 

{At Grandma's September, 2010}

Well, it's day four without my lively Morg, and I must say I've been enjoying such quiet time. But my arms are starting to ache for his wiggly body and yesterday when Jar walked in from work, he said he missed his excited door greeter. At the end of the day, we need our Morg. There's no contesting. Mom said she asked if he was ready to go home yet, and he told her 'No!' and 'Me be a good boy!'.

I'm so sure.

He's been running free there outside, going on walks with papa and eating cherry tomatoes and fresh raspberries from the garden. I'm so lonesome for home I can hardly stand it. I think I can make it a few more weeks.

Last night we actually went to bed together and Danny slept his longest stretch yet! 5 hours and then two more, and I feel like a new woman! I'm holding my breath and hoping this is the start of a forever trend. Say your prayers for me.

I can hardly believe August is upon us and that next month is September. I'm still in June, as if time stopped when Danny came to us. I'm partly heartbroken thinking that warmth is almost gone, but part of me is longing for fall. I even bought a sweater yesterday and can't stop thinking in terms of yellows and deep reds. Or thinking about my boys in overalls, and evening walks in cooler weather and my front trees turned gold. 

A few more weeks and we'll say so long sweet summer. In a few more weeks it will be perfect time.