Bubble baths by candle light with your 7 month old son in a large jetted tub.
Sorry, no photos of this one.
The squeals and kicks and shrieks.
I love it.
I'm all warm and sleepy and ready for bed. Wish me luck. I've been off Ambien for 4 days now. Magnesium and Melatonin are helping...but I'm not quite there yet.
Today was the Primary Program in our ward. Vic has his dream calling and is a Primary teacher. (I'm being serious)
He sat on the stand today with his gaggle of 11 yr. old boys.
He was nervous.
There was no question he was going to cry. But he was worried he was going to lose it and have to leave the chapel.
I watched him. My heart was bursting with love for him.
I listened to the beautiful children dressed in white singing about Heavenly Father's plan.
It began with a little blond girl singing a solo and the rest of the children slowly adding their voices. It was a heavenly choir but my little blond girl was missing.
On either side of me sat dear friends.
I was strengthened by their presence. Darci put her arm around me. She didn't need to say anything. I know she knows.
I rocked my little Peter and thought of our eternal family.
It hurt. It hurts.
Vic cried. He cried a lot.
The boys took Sunday naps.
Cookies were baked.
Dinner was prepared by the Vickster.
Beautiful music was listened to while the dishwasher hummed and I stroked my husband's hair while he cried some more.
My baby bubble bath with daddy standing by made everything better. For now. For tonight.
I always use extra bubbles.