Bestest Friend and I are doing a blog project. Each day we will write a blog post on a pre-determined theme chosen by a random noun generator. The theme for the twenty-eighth day of the month is "Meaning."
My youngest nephew is obsessed with my oldest nephew. It's so gratifying to hear the older one being so patient and kind with him. It's so clear that the youngest sees the older boy as his friend, someone he can really share things with.
Young one: There's a kid in my class who has a new iPhone and he's always on his phone during class and it's distracting.
Older one: Wow! He shouldn't have it in class, should he?
Young one: I think I should have a phone, too. It's not fair.
Older one: You don't need a phone, dude. You need to just ignore that guy.
Backyard games are all the rage. Can Jam and spike ball were on tap yesterday. I was so proud that no adult intervention was necessary at any point for refereeing, although an adult was asked to provide scorekeeping duties.
Meanwhile, the two dogs, Hannah and Ginger the Terrier, alternated between running around like absolute lunatics and trying to get as much as sun as they could possibly get.
|I'm not going to say a word about my neck, Nicole. Not a word.|
Honestly, I find these gatherings so much more fun than I did I before the pandemic. Being away from my family for so long took its toll and I don't take for granted the time we spend together now. The beautiful weather, the crazy dogs, the boys screaming bloody murder, the excessive celebration of my sister-in-law when she scored a goal in Can Jam - these are all things that I reveled in yesterday. Because this is my life and it's fun and it's wonderful and it's happy.
Why can't the whole year be like the end of May?