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purplerabbitShe clutched him with fierce strength, yet no stronger or fiercer than he, as if one madly joyous embrace could wipe away all the days apart.
--Judith Tarr
I borrowed this from a friend because it really sums up the feelings for Rowan and us. The longing to be together all the time is so strong for Rowan and I that a week is only a drop of water to someone dying of thirst. The practical effect of all this is to make my entire focus be on Rowan while he is here.
Rowan arrived on Saturday at 3:40 PM. I met him at the gate. It is always like somethng from a movie. He sees me as he comes down the gang-way, yells "MAMA-DAWN!" and begins to run. I drop to one knee and he launches himself in to my arms hugging fiecely. Sometimes he knocks me over in the process. We hug and kiss and he talks a million miles a minute. The steward in charge of the "unattended minors" smiles but eventually has to break us up to have me show ID and sign for him. We gather his things and begin to walk toward the bagagge area where his daddies are waiting. We didn't make it more than a few yards before he began to tell me that a week is not enough and that he really NEEDS more time. I tell him I understand but can't change it. He begs for just one extra day. I tell him that I understand but let's try to enjoy the time we have. (This converstation usually happens daily as well.)
At the bagagge claim he runs into the daddies hugging them together. He demands we all hug together -- the family hug. Skipping and singing and very excited, we go to the car. He happily talks and asks questions all the way back to the house. He really wants to go home. He notes the landmarks on the way.
At home he is like a cat, exploring every room to see what changes there have been. He loves the new rearrange of his room. He hugs and kisses his Granny Mary. Then we ask if he wants to go to Yvonne & Tabitha's housewarming party. He is torn because he loves parties but wants to be in his home. We explain that it is nearby and he will have more time at home later. So he changes clothes. (She has taken to sending him on the plane in military fatigues and other war clothing. Sick and deliberaterly spiteful. So typical.)
Rowan picks out some black jeans and a new bright blue vest given to him by Rachael. The vest is a bit big, so I have to pin it for him. He looks great. And we all enjoy the party. There is another boy his age at the party. They spend time playing tag with the daddies in the backyard. Troy was Mr. Masculine that day doing the bar-b-q, changing a tire etc. We listening to a free concert of singing and guitar from a friend of Tabitha's. The house is beautiful and the party fun.
We come back to the house and spend the evening cuddling and playing with our boy. It is a wonderful family evening. Rowan is so tired when we put him to bed at 9 that he barely make it through two stories read to him by Daddy Troy.
Sometime in the early morning hours he leaves his loft bed and climbs in the big bed with his parents. We are a big bunny snuggle pile. Happy family.
--Judith Tarr
I borrowed this from a friend because it really sums up the feelings for Rowan and us. The longing to be together all the time is so strong for Rowan and I that a week is only a drop of water to someone dying of thirst. The practical effect of all this is to make my entire focus be on Rowan while he is here.
Rowan arrived on Saturday at 3:40 PM. I met him at the gate. It is always like somethng from a movie. He sees me as he comes down the gang-way, yells "MAMA-DAWN!" and begins to run. I drop to one knee and he launches himself in to my arms hugging fiecely. Sometimes he knocks me over in the process. We hug and kiss and he talks a million miles a minute. The steward in charge of the "unattended minors" smiles but eventually has to break us up to have me show ID and sign for him. We gather his things and begin to walk toward the bagagge area where his daddies are waiting. We didn't make it more than a few yards before he began to tell me that a week is not enough and that he really NEEDS more time. I tell him I understand but can't change it. He begs for just one extra day. I tell him that I understand but let's try to enjoy the time we have. (This converstation usually happens daily as well.)
At the bagagge claim he runs into the daddies hugging them together. He demands we all hug together -- the family hug. Skipping and singing and very excited, we go to the car. He happily talks and asks questions all the way back to the house. He really wants to go home. He notes the landmarks on the way.
At home he is like a cat, exploring every room to see what changes there have been. He loves the new rearrange of his room. He hugs and kisses his Granny Mary. Then we ask if he wants to go to Yvonne & Tabitha's housewarming party. He is torn because he loves parties but wants to be in his home. We explain that it is nearby and he will have more time at home later. So he changes clothes. (She has taken to sending him on the plane in military fatigues and other war clothing. Sick and deliberaterly spiteful. So typical.)
Rowan picks out some black jeans and a new bright blue vest given to him by Rachael. The vest is a bit big, so I have to pin it for him. He looks great. And we all enjoy the party. There is another boy his age at the party. They spend time playing tag with the daddies in the backyard. Troy was Mr. Masculine that day doing the bar-b-q, changing a tire etc. We listening to a free concert of singing and guitar from a friend of Tabitha's. The house is beautiful and the party fun.
We come back to the house and spend the evening cuddling and playing with our boy. It is a wonderful family evening. Rowan is so tired when we put him to bed at 9 that he barely make it through two stories read to him by Daddy Troy.
Sometime in the early morning hours he leaves his loft bed and climbs in the big bed with his parents. We are a big bunny snuggle pile. Happy family.
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Date: 2003-03-19 10:28 am (UTC)I hope that this summer when you get to have him for 8 whole weeks that there are many days in the middle when he can forget about having to go back, and just enjoy his life with you.
If you need someone to listen after he's gone, don't hesitate to call.
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Date: 2003-03-19 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-03-19 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-19 11:12 am (UTC)I hope each day this week passes as slowly as possible, with each moment savored. Instead, I am sure it will seem to pass like the wind, but still with each moment savored.
My thoughts are with you all.
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Date: 2003-03-19 08:42 pm (UTC)