This weekend was characterized by visiting friends with kids. It started out on Saturday when we went to my friend’s four year old son’s birthday 2 hours drive away, followed by a Sunday afternoon visit to my cousins’ house to see her two bambinos and their grandparents who had just arrived from across the Atlantic to help take care of them for a few months and finally an evening visit to the newest person I know, born a week and a half ago to her joyful parents.
It was lovely to see all these little children and the frenzy they create for the adults that dote on them. The love between parent and child is undoubtedly something none but the participants could ever describe. But afterwards, when my Hubby and I drove to our quiet abode and blissfully prepared for another week, our work as Auntie and Uncle done, my little run-from-responsibility-self coudn’t help the tiny thought, that it might not be so bad to live this way happily ever after.
It was lovely to see all these little children and the frenzy they create for the adults that dote on them. The love between parent and child is undoubtedly something none but the participants could ever describe. But afterwards, when my Hubby and I drove to our quiet abode and blissfully prepared for another week, our work as Auntie and Uncle done, my little run-from-responsibility-self coudn’t help the tiny thought, that it might not be so bad to live this way happily ever after.
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