Home again, very late, full-to-brimming with visiting and family and little moments shared, diced out into segments of time and togetherness, with one, and two, and all as a great mosaic of the time we were away, flying by like the pages of those first movie-machines, in symbol of time passing and fleeting moments.
My eyes are full of laughing round baby and crape myrtle and the long lush mountain vistas and the familiar, dear smile of Chris' Mom, twinkling her gentle way into all the hearts within her gaze.
And my heart's full of the heft of that little boy, round and rosy, with his enchanting green eyes and charming conversation and way of winding his small self into your thoughts as if he'd never NOT been there. He has the most endearing little way of giving a little snort of breath between yelps when the bottle's empty or the nipple's withdrawn, and we've all been copying it and giggling like idiots all weekend. I'm sure it will become a silly gesture in the family album of many silly moments and memories, uniquely his and unforgettable.
And the travel---stops at a couple of our favorite places, a few bring-homes which no trip is complete without, like fresh peanuts for boiling and a big wedge of Hoop Cheese, orangely rich, full of as much distinctly Old Southern flavor and as famous in its way as the boasted fromage arrays of la belle France.
We're unpacking today, getting to rights all the carry-bags---an unbelievable number for two people for two days, but the cooking was for anywhere from ten to twenty, and the snacks/toys/ games/books for three who could not join us this time, and so were returned home, with the incentive of a meeting-trip in TN in September for an important birthday.
And so, from the depths of that huge car trunk to this disarrayed den to the proper putting-aways and launderings and foldings and setting-to-rights, I'll have a busy day ahead, for I've frittered away the pre-noon with coffee and catching up. We arrived home after midnight, and so are slow to get into pace this morning.
Much, much more to relate---simple family things and little observations from the soft dandelion fluff of that dear head I kissed as we left his Mom's sweet company, to the huge golden swans-as-finials on a simple country gate observed in passing,