my boys

**I wrote this when Bryan was in Utah for a football game (he left Thursday from work and got home about 6:30pm Sunday). This is for me to remember that I was a football widow yet again and that I have help/company when Bryan does leave.

I have been feeling very grateful for my boys, especially the last few days. Blessed to be able to have them in our home, to raise them, to love them. Each one is so different and they remind me of me in such different ways, it is almost scary. I try to remember how I would have wanted (or even now, how I would want) to be treated or talked to and that is how I try to treat them.

Friday, after Mike took my mom to the airport he came back to our house and hung out all day. We ran errands, had In-n-Out for lunch, ran more errands, hung out at our house and while Mike stayed with the boys while they ate their quesadillas, I ran to Chipotle to get burritos for Mike and me. Mike left after we finished our burritos and after we watched a few cartoon theme songs from the 80s, good times.

Saturday, we hung out at home. Well, I mopped (it took me HOURS to get it done) and vacuumed and did laundry.

Sunday, I took all 3 kids to church by myself. Big A needed to practice for the Primary program. Lisa helped with baby i. It was actually easier for me to be at church during Primary than it would have been to be at home since Big A was in Primary and Lil A is in Nursery and Lisa held baby i. I was glad when Bryan got home, even if I did have to make room in my freezer for all the beef we have.