Worn out. I'm worn out.
| Fr. G. officiating at the most important event of Gavin's life, with Godparents, Uncle Kevin |
and Aunt Michelle, and Uncle Dominic serving.
|Cathy n Jon: smooch|
It's been an amazing, wonderful week of togetherness (and messiness) here in Colorado. But it's quieted down now, the day after New Year's. Dan's left for Omaha to take Dominic and Michelle to school and to have Kevin's girlfriend, Emily, meet her ride home to Minnesota. The grandparents have gone home along with dearest Auntie Nina. Though Paul and Nicole will be here for another week, and they stop in frequently, their home base is at Nicole's Dad's house, so we don't have 24/7 access to our little cherub grandchild. But we did get to have Jon here for an extra bonus day. He serenaded us to sleep last night, doodling around on the piano with the most lovely assortment of music at bedtime, blending from one tune to another, from Christmas carols to Enya to the Ave Maria -- I wish I had a recording of his lullabyes -- but he's headed east over the mountains tomorrow and then it will be just me and Greg and the five Littles until Dan gets back.
Which will be nice in a way. Normal is kinda nice. In a humdrum, but respectably predictable kind of way. But the house does feel very empty now.
Except for all the mess.
Which we'll get to tomorrow. Maybe.
A brand new Monday in a brand new year. (Holy Cow. 2011!)
And, now that I've blogged our Christmas (hopefully not ad nauseum) for posterity... I hope to move on in a real bike, not an exercycle way, and catch up with my correspondences and internet friends and do some blogging to unravel some of the things I've been thinking about in between snitching peanutM-n-Ms from the candy sideboard and picking up scraps of curling ribbon off the floor. But be patient with me as I get rolling. Because there is a really. big. mess. to clean up in my house. And I really am pooped.
God Bless Everyone and Happy New Year!