An hour later G was up and the day took off like most Saturdays. Eggs for breakfast, daddy mowing the lawn while the boys and I played inside and out. When daddy was done, he entertained the boys while I finished this massive project I decided to take on yesterday. I'm blaming it on Jen Hatmaker.
Yes, I went through the boys closets and through all of the storage boxes I had already created in order to purge and reorganize now that a couple of more stages have passed.
Funny thing is that I hold no personal attachment to my clothes or almost all of my things. I LOVE to purge and clean out and reorganize. But when it comes to the boys clothes the attachment is strong. For most every outfit I have a memory.
Bringing them home.
The picture with the sideways smile.
Getting stuck crawling backwards.
Learning to walk.
I know what they were wearing on these occasions and so many more. Just looking at their outfits its like I can push play on those little moments that just flew by. So for me making that pile into those bins was a sweet, sweet walk down memory lane.
Then it was off to church for a convicting sermon and heart stirring praise and worship. Nolan even made it through the entire service in the nursery for only the second time ever. G was fired up when we picked him up telling us all out his heart and that Jesus came to save sinners. He even wanted to listen to this on the way home.
After dinner this happened...
And I couldn't have loved it more. It was a full on concert with booty shaking, screaming into the mic, an encore and all.
Soon after we tucked the boys and settled on the couch to watch the Ranger game. But an hour or so later both boys were up again. This is extremely rare. Neither one typically wakes back up, but I am pretty sure that one woke the other so we had both boys back on the couch watching the game at 9:30. Very shortly after I could tell Nolan was ready to be back in bed, so we snuck off to his room and I rocked him back to sleep. It has been months and months since I rocked him to sleep. He grabbed on to my shirt and fell almost immediately into a deep sleep. I had forgotten how he used to always hold on to my shirt when he feel asleep. It was bliss. After a day full of sweet baby memories he gave me another one.
Thank you Lord for this sweet family and these three boys I get to share it with.