I was officially home eight days in the month of February. Tradeshows, road travels, and a few last minute appointments caused more time in the airports than at home - not something I would like to repeat. First official weekend home and all I cared about was spending it with Captain.
Windy weather brought in a little rain and started an impromptu kite flying session as the clouds rolled in only to sprinkle enough for an excuse to nap before skateboarding and late afternoon pizza.
There was no working, little cleaning, none of the usual things I spend my weekends on. Just Captain and me. Sitting in his room doing Spiderman puzzles, not caring that the dishes were dirty or my emails. I don't do that enough. Everything is always moving, there is always more and more things to do. Just stopping to enjoy a puzzle, on the floor looking around at the room that is now his boy room, was his nursery, will be his pre-teen and teen dungeon, being in a moment not thinking of anything or anyone else but him and me; I can't wait to do that again next weekend, and the weekend after...and the weekend after.