Packing up

The unbelievable racket of cicada's fill the air, buzzing loudly from the tree tops. I can hear the small children playing together in the next room over.

My dearest darling husband is here and the kids are taking turns crawling on him, tugging at his arms and begging him to play. His IS the human equivilent of a jungle gym. small children take one look into his deep twinkling brown eyes and know.... they know he will patiently listen to their rambling tales, he will tumble and tickle and giggle uproariously with them.

I'm so glad he's here with me now as I pack up to leave again.