>> Friday, March 8, 2013
Things I want to remember:
Owen asking me to play the piano for him. He laid down on the couch and just listened, and then he thanked me for playing. Told me how much he liked listening. How he likes hearing me play while he's playing Legos or falling asleep at night. Last weekend I taught him how to play the theme song from Indiana Jones and he practiced until he nailed it. Now we hear it thirty times a day and I love it.
Wilson is getting old. I am pampering and spoiling him more and more these days. It's like I looked up and he had aged while I was busy, and now I don't want the next few (is few too optimistic? couple??) years to go by without lovin' on that big oaf every day. I appreciate him so much. We really bonded on that backpacking trip we did together, just the two of us, me and my pup in the woods for four days, and I feel like he gets me. I feel his love and I know he feels mine. I love that dog and it's sad to see him age.
Eli is doing fantastically. He's taking piano lessons, too, and it is so fun to watch him learn. He and Owen both have shown such an interest and dedication - so far - to practicing and learning new songs. We have flash cards to learn the notes, and Eli beams with pride at my surprise that he can read all the notes only a few weeks in.
Axel is still so tiny and speaks with a cartoon character voice, but he is growing up. He was always right there with the older boys, never missing a beat. But he's a big kid now, in spirit. I'm glad he's such a peanut because I'm not ready for this. Who am I kidding; yes, I am. I'm ready. It's a blast to see them grow. And I will miss the days of babies but not enough to bring them back.
Which brings me to wanting a puppy. Not exactly a puppy-puppy, but a second dog. A young one that Wilson can help train. So that he can have some company when the boys are all in school more hours next year (4K for Axel!), and so that when the sad day comes and we have to say goodbye to Wilson, that another dog can ease that pain. I don't want a replacement dog. I want to add to the family now, while Wilson is here to make his mark. And poor old Wils isn't going to make it on another 4-day hike through the hills. It sure would be nice to have a canine buddy for our adventures without pushing Wilson to work harder than he should.
John turned 35 last week (happy birthday, babe!) and we threw a great party. So much fun was had, and we were reminded yet again what a good thing we've got going. I'm so lucky to have him, and you know I'm just going to say it, he's lucky to have me, too. We love each other a whole lot, and we're on a good run right now. I'm a happy lady.
This blog isn't what it used to be for me. I started it almost four years ago when I was home full time with my boys, and it ended up serving a very different purpose for me than I originally intended. It was an outlet I needed, but something changed - maybe it's being out there in the world through my job and knowing this space pops up in a google search of my name. I've always been well aware that I'm writing on the internet, but there's something about unintended audience that sits a little less comfortably with me now.
I didn't sit down to write that post. But I think that's what it's become. It's run its course and I think it's time to call it. I'll tidy up a bit before I go, but I think this is it, folks. I haven't brought my stories here in a while (I'm realizing I never even wrote about my first solo backpacking trip!), and I think I need to honor that instinct and listen to what my gut is trying to tell me.
Wilson just got up, with a bit of effort, and trudged back to his bed in our room. I'll take that as my cue to sign off.
I 'm grateful for the friends I've made through this space, and happy that we have other channels to keep up with each other.
Thank you so much for reading. It has meant a lot to me over the years. Nighty night to you all.