I realize as of late there has been an abundance of posts about my finished objects, while my un-finished objects have gotten the short end of the stick. Ultimately, I started this whole blog thing for them. Life, ideas, focus changes. I look up expecting to see a familiar landmark, instead it's all new. Again. I watch my daughter put long sleeve shirt over short sleeve shirt tucked into jeans worn over tights capped off with a dress, my brain spins. The oldest emerges ready for the day in whatever he decided to sleep in last night. Chastising the claim of minty breath, he's sent back to try again. Youngest's assignment to don shoes and socks evolves into a complete wardrobe change minus foot coverings. Still. Laughter, tears, tattling, whining, gripes under breath, eyes roll, hugs given.
"Will you come to lunch with me?"
"Don't come see me, I miss you too much when you leave"
"Don't come see me, it's embarrassing."
It's not even 7.
Coats, hats, mittens, door opens.
I pick up the trail leading to the still open door and the forgotten backpack. I'll surprise him with it when I join him for lunch.
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