I'm sitting at the kitchen table, and it's 9:30PM. I've been tuning out the jet lagged tumult upstairs for quite sometime in hopes that, dazed by their own fatigue, each child will finally collapse. Two now have. But Maeve, whose chattered and called for the last hour, just started yelling full voice. I responded several times with go to sleep! no more! But she kept on. At what point will freshly-asleep Silas and Eden wake up to this? Maeve, it is time for sleep! I whisper-yelled, always a sign impatience has started to crawl on my skin. And then, WIPE MY BOTTON!! (bottom) She'd been sitting on the toilet that whole time. So sorry, Maeve.
This afternoon we pulled into the driveway after eleven days away: Santa Barbara to celebrate my beautiful sister, the big family all in a house, her 30th and graduation, tacos at sunset; Costa Mesa for hands in sand, more tacos, looking full-faced at women I love; the Virgina countryside for retreat with a church I love, fireflies and frog catching, such good words.
I am brimming. Not even brimming, sloshing with overflow.