When I was about 12 years old, we had a good friend named Danna. Her parents were divorced and she lived with her mom in Kentucky. Sometimes she lived in Houston with her dad, and that's when we met her. She became like part of our family and we loved her like a sister. Eventually her dad and stepmom moved out of state, so she had no home base in Houston anymore. One summer my parents flew her down to stay with us for a couple of weeks. It's been more than 20 years, but I remember those two weeks very well. And I remember taking her to the airport when it was all over, crying at the gate as we said goodbye, and crying for days after. She was actually my older sister's best friend, but she was like my own big sister. The funny thing is that of all the crying that was done when she left, my mom possibly cried the most. And I remember thinking "Why is she so sad? Danna wasn't even HER friend!!"
And all these years later, I get it. I know why my mom cried. Because she felt like part of her heart was getting on that plane to fly to Kentucky, and she didn't know what would happen when Danna left. Would she be safe? Would she be happy? Would she make good choices in her life? I walked through the house and saw all the evidence of Paul being there- and I thought of how it would feel when it was all gone in two days. How could he have done this to us in such a short amount of time?!
* * * * * *Paul's nice cleats ripped after he left Belfast, so it was high time he got a new pair for coaching in. Ethan needed a new pair of cleats and shinguards, so we hit the soccer store right after camp. Watching Paul in there was entertaining. He was like a kid in a candy store, or an addict in a crack house. It was nice because he was able to give me some pointers on things for Ethan, like the difference in shinguards (oh my gosh, there are so many styles!!) I got Devin a new pair, and Paul needed some for the game on Friday so I insisted on getting him a pair with USA on them. Ethan ended up getting the same ones. Yay for twinners!
Jessica had babysat the little boys while we went shopping, and when we came home LORDY had
those boys run miles around her. Garrett ripped the door right out of the hinges of the crawl space for starters. It's a wonder how I keep my sanity day in and day out with those boys!! We had plans to have dinner at the park with some friends and because of all the commotion from Garrett and Devin, we were horribly late getting to the park. We did a "carb load" dinner and decided that if we paired that with a game of kickball, then we wouldn't feel guilty. Lasagna, pizza, cheesy French bread, homemade mac 'n cheese. Good God'amighty. So good, and so bad for you. Paul was blown away that there were 14 kids among the three families. It was so much fun!! He got a couple really good kicks in and kept catching balls, getting people out. After the game, we did sparklers until the mosquitoes had almost sucked the blood out of all of us.