About this time last year, Kristin and Brian had their first weekend getaway ever, as we hosted their five children for a "grand weekend." It was successful, for them and for us, so we agreed to do it again this year.
This was the weekend and, like last year, I am filled with sweet memories, totally exhausted, and have renewed admiration for my daughter and son-in-law. (God gives children to the young for good reason.)
On Saturday morning, as I came down the stairs into the living room, two-year-old Alaine lit up and ran to give me a hug. Ben (4) shouted, "Breakfast!" Both made me smile.
I also smiled as I watched big sister Maddie's tenderness with her younger siblings, as she watched over them like a little mommy.
I smiled as Gavin (10) read jokes from the book he brought, and he and Papa both laughed at every one.
I smiled as Owen (6) played "Apples to Apples" by himself, the first time he wasn't part of a team...and as he sounded out the words on his cards. I smiled at his smile as he presented the brownies he made with Aunt Kati.
Tonight, I will be smiling as I fall into bed and sleep like a rock.