At the end of the day

It's been a busy weekend

I was hoping it would be calm 

 knit a little

read to Gabriel

walk

Instead it was filled with sadness.

Auguste went to a birthday party that he had looked forward

to for weeks

Bought his friend a special and thought out present

with this in hand he was ready.

It ended in tears

The boys older brother ( much older) had beaten him up

beat up several of the children

 one so much he even threw up.

This, with the parents were at home.

Did nothing.

When Pierre picked up Auguste that evening he doubled back after he had heard Auguste sob uncontrollably in the car.

He had "words" with the bullies parents...no apologies, no nothing.

Can you imagine?

Can you imagine how the birthday boy was feeling?

I wonder sometimes how people interpret

family?

Parenthood.

Saturday we all went swimming at our local indoor pool

I love swimming...and I love swimming with Gabriel.

Sophia baked rosemary garlic bread

and

Chocolate cupcakes

Pierre made soup and played card with the kids

 I read to Gabriel

Pierre and I went for a walk while the kids did their chores.

We had a lovely candlelit dinner together all of us tightly squeezed around the table

 eating the warm soup and fragrant bread

 conversing

 about the days events.

Kids played midnight ghost outside in the dark

 while Pierre and I did dishes.

Milk and cupcakes in front of the fire place...

There is nothing like family.

The routine

 simple things

 and the togetherness that we share.

It takes effort

Yes, some days are bad- downright crazy, wild

 mom is moving to mars

kinda day

At the end of the day it just usually comes together

 it all works

 sometimes an apology

 a hug and a kiss

 but we belong together somehow

conected.

And thank you for a house full of people I love.  Amen. 

~Terri Guillemets