Day 71

How to know you life is getting back to normal.

What is that golden moment when you realize that despite the fact you have turned your entire world upside down, you are finally back where you started?  Is it a command of the language?  Is it knowing your way around town?  Or is it perhaps something else entirely?  For us, it is certainly the latter.  Birthday parties and sleep overs, it think that is watermark.  You see, our home beats to a vibrant young pulse.  We like having children in our home.  Not in the weird Michael Jackson way, but in the way that I was raised.  My friends knew my home as their own and my parents as their parents.  This much I learned in my youth and this much I hope to pass on to my children in kind.  The weekend was full and eventful.  We have a long way to go and a short time to get there, so buckle up.

Saturday was relatively quiet for me personally.  Tending to the usual Saturday business . . . Recovery and Commerce.  It is the only day we have to shop in any meaninful way and the one day that we are quite active socially.  I stayed at home with our youngest, and once again we would seperate our children for the day.  My wife would take our eldest son to a birthday party in a neighboring village.  It was a courteous invitation and as social decorum would dictate, we accepted with honor.  They are our friends and they have a wonderful son of their own.  I am affraid though, that the eldest would have to take one for the team this day.  The birthday party was for a French child and despite fully bilingual parents, the children don't speak but a few words of English.  This would be difficult for my eldest, but being the sporty lad that he is, he found himself right at home as always.  It would be an all afternoon affair which left me to enjoy some quality time with my second son.  We played for the afternoon and I was allowed to focus on nothing but being a three year old myself.  Again, anyone who knows me, knows that my mental maturity stopped somewhere around this milestone, so I was truly in my element.

Evening would come soon enough and the family would re-unite to discuss the days events.  The party was pleasant and all went well.  My afternoon was the same and we settled in for an evening together, soaking up the warm spring weather.  Sunday would be a busy day, so we turned in as early as possible in hopes that we would have enough energy to carry on for the remainder of the weekend.  And so we concluded yet another wonderful day.