Saying goodbye to our summer guests after 5 weeks, but that’s really not so hard; it’s really that I feel bad that it’s not harder.
Seeing my father hold our newest little one who is named for my mother.
Going to bed at a reasonable hour.
Teaching young men that if they want to be good husbands, they have to pay attention to the periphery and not just the tunnel.
Getting all the work done in the house but then finding some necessary “me” time.
Talking to ISHI about our plans for next week after the kiddie onslaught is over.
Not in that order by any means.