Lord. Last night was a night. It started out nicely and devolved into hell. Arguments, yelling, crying. Later Leo came down and I apologized for us yelling. He said, "Oh, I didn't even hear it." I said, "Well, never mind then" and we both smiled. I sat there sniffing and he looked at me with those steady big brown eyes and said, "It happens sometimes" and he gave me a sweet smile. I tell you, I don't write about Leo as much here, as he prefers me not too, and he doesn't like pictures, so you see and hear much less of him in this blog. Don't ever doubt for a second that he is not as huge a part of our lives, and as completely and utterly loved, as his brother. I adore that boy. We are so lucky to have him.
We all recovered. Owen worked like a dog trying to cheer us up. He wouldn't stop chatting and talking until I finally said, "Owen, I adore you, now please go upstairs and don't come down again." He finally did, chattering all the way. I threw together some odd leftovers for Ernie and me and we watched a Top Chef and went to bed.
Tired this morning.
But there is this....
yesterday afternoon at Japan House
As always, onward. Off to the oncologist this afternoon. What a week.