Tonight is my last night with kids before they go to Grannys for a couple weeks. They are tucked in bed now, but we crammed in some fun time tonight. A couple weeks ago we got a gingerbread house to make but it was pretty much demolished by a 3 year old before we ever got to decorate it. The icing was just too tempting and in the process of trying to eat the dried icing, the whole thing was broken. After Christmas I found one for $2.00 and thought we'd give it another try. It was a success. Obviously decorated mostly by a 3 year old but beautiful none the less.
What's interesting are his windows. Ummm....remind you of anything.
I guess the interest starts early in boys. :)
We had a nice night. I'm feeling a little melancholy. When I was playing trains with my son, I cried. Watching my daughter give my hubby kisses, I cried. I can't help thinking, What if something happens to me? What if tomorrow is the last time my children see me? I know the odds are so slim that anything will happen during surgery, but you can't help but wonder. Honestly, I'm not as worried about dying as I'm worried about the impact on my family. Because if I die, I'll be in Heaven. I won't know the pain they are going through. So I'm scared for them. Have you ever thought about the letters you would write your loved ones if you knew you were dying? My situation is different because I don't know I'm dying. I'm probably not going to. In two weeks I'll probably be on here blogging about how stupid I was for being so depressing. But still....I will be writing the letters. And I hope to come home from the hospital and put those letters away and laugh about it. But just in case, I want to write them.
Thanks to AmyB for giving me the encouragement, through her blogging, to Keep it Real!