This past Sunday, the boys and I were there, my Aunt Adel from California and her daughter, Shanna, and family were also there.
Pops had lots of questions about Phil. Phil has ADD just like Pops. We talked A LOT about what that means for the partner/companion of someone with ADD. Nana loaned me a book that she used to get to know Pops and his quirks a little bit better. I will be reading that book in my weeds for the next couple of weeks.
We held Baby Amberlyn, ate a whole lot of food, laughed, talked and just loved.
I am fully aware that these moments are coming to an end the way that they are now. Only a couple of more months until my Six Pack is a Five Pack. Pretty soon, Jackson won't be at these dinners anymore. I just want to soak in these moments with all four of them and enjoy every single minute that I have still have all four of my boys with me. On Sunday, I wanted to bear my testimony. I haven't done it since the stroke. Jackson was the chosen one after a little rock-paper-scissors to go up with me. I needed to have someone up there with me in case I went blank and forgot all of my words. I bore my testimony first, then he followed. That boy, though. Oh, he is SO ready to go serve the Lord wherever he is called to for a full, honorable two years. Every Sunday, I am met with loving people who tell me what incredible boys I have. I have no idea what I did to be blessed with these boys. No idea. But, man did I get lucky!
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