Sorry the Haus has been so quiet!
There's the usual intense internal dialogue going about some major things...I've been a real Thinker Thinkerton over here, but have felt much more private lately. Weird, huh?
At the end of the day yesterday, after Pizza Port-ing and butterfly sightings at the beach, we pulled over at a quiet spot so the boys could surf. There wasn't much surf to speak of, but their skinny, flu-weakened arms couldn't have handled much anyhow.
Every time I look at Sage now, I think of the word akimbo. He's all lines and angles and I think to myself, "Arms akimbo!"
I watched him running towards the water yesterday, and for a brief moment as he jumped over a pile of seaweed, he was airborne.
I thought, that's how you know you're happy; when your feet leave the ground.
I used to love to open a book when they surfed, but I don't do that anymore (and yes, I do plan to join them!)
I watch, and I soak it up. Remember in the beginning when you would watch them breathe? You do it at the end, too.