waiting

This past week was a doozy.  The kids and I were sick, but my poor Henry had it the worst.  There aren't many things worse than when your kids are not feeling well. My mind always goes to the children who are dealing with ailments and discomforts much worse than the common cold or the flu.  I also think of their parents.  I lay in bed at night and in the quiet and darkness next to my sleeping babies and I think about these things.  Then I snuggle in close, smell their hair, kiss them.  I'm so grateful for my beautiful children.  I love spending my days with them.  We have a good time together and I get to hug them whenever I want.  

We were housebound for many days last week.  Henry would ask, "Can we walk around the neighborhood?"  We bundled up, Greta and I walked as Henry was pushed in the stroller.  Autumn and winter in Los Angeles are my favorite times.  Especially here in Mount Washington, it is especially beautiful and green.  

It's been good these past couple of days to get out again, even if getting out always means getting in the car.  We miss our biking days.

Zach is on a plane right now coming home.  He'll be here for a few days then back to Boston for 3 more weeks.  The kids won't see him until the morning. They have a plan to steamroll him as soon as they wake up.

Now I will drink my tea, crochet, and watch a movie, and wait.

Hurry home, my love!!