How Lucky Can You Get?

I just have to give credit where credit is due...I am truly one lucky individual. My Mother, lovingly referred to as "Mamaw", made a lifelong commitment at the ripe old age of 18 to become my mother and take care of me. I doubt at that time, she imagined that 40 years later she would not only still be taking care of me, but assisting me with a lifelong committment of my own. How does a person say thank you for such a selfless act of love. I don't think I can. What I can do is try every day to be a wonderful mother and wife and do it as well as she has all these years. I hope that I will be more appreciated than she has been and not taken for granted.

She left us yesterday to go home to 4 weeks of piled up mail, a hungry "Papoo", bare pantry, and two other "lifelong" committments that need her as much as I do and, in my opinion, take advantage of her as much as I do. And to top that, no babies to take care of...one of her favorite pasttimes. Lucky for me, she'll be back next week for a visit and hopefully many more visits for many many years to come.

As I reflect back over the last 2 1/2 weeks there were so many times I should have had the camera in my hand. Especially while she held Dagon while reading a story to Seager to give me a break. Of course she would not have wanted to have her picture taken but I should have insisted. I will not make that mistake again, so watch out Mamaw, I will be taking more pictures of you with the boys...no shower and bad hair, or not.

Thank you Mamaw for taking such good care of us. It will never be forgotten and hopefully we can repay you in some way, someday. And thanks to Papoo for being a batchelor for 4 weeks. And thanks to Katrina and Lori for helping keep things going so I could reap the benefits of Mamaw.

Enough with the sappy stuff...I have a weird observation.

Now that Mamaw has gone, I am back to double duty at the changing table. I can't tell you how weird it is to go from such a tiny little bottom to a 2 year old bottom. Just a few weeks ago, Seager still seemed like my little baby, now he seems so big compared to Dagon and his little bitty wiggly bottom. Isn't it funny what will make reality sink into your brain?

And if you are wondering how I have time to sit here and ponder such life complexities with a newborn and a 2 year old??????? Joe has made it a point to be available to take Seager on excursions out to give me a little time to do whatever. That, of course, is not luck. I picked Joe and he picked me because we work together well. It does make life alot easier.

More pictures are coming. Stay tuned!