I can tell because I suddenly have no time and someone's constantly hungry. Food is disappearing and the dishes aren't. But, oh, what a pleasure to feed them!
I can tell because there's giggling girls playing cards with Uncle Tony. . .
And a flurry of video game action happening in the family room. . .
I went to the Burbank airport to pick them up on Friday afternoon. The first one to come out and greet me was Aiden, running to me, with a huge smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around me and said, "You stand out in the crowd, Mom. I knew it was you immediately because you're so pretty!" I just started weeping. To have him back in my arms and to see his little boy face. He's bigger and I missed it. I hate that. But I was so, so happy to see him and squeeze him and just cry and laugh.
Lyndsay and Dylan came a minute later, and I hugged these two kids of mine that are now taller than I am. More tears. Sweet Lyndsay that missed me so much and called every single day that she could, just to talk. ("I just want to call you and talk to you all day every day, Mom."--what a blessing that my 14 year old daughter feels that way!) She's even prettier, if that's possible, her teeth are even straighter, she's taller. And I missed it. Dylan greeted me with, "Mom, you're a sight for sore eyes! You are so beautiful! I didn't realize how much I missed you until I saw your face." (How lucky am I that my 12 year old son says that to me unabashedly?) I had to stare at them, touch them, smell them, hold them close. I just wanted to listen to them all the way home. Just talk to me. Let me hear your voices.
So life got loud and messy and busy in an instant, and I'm happily exhausted. Conor remembered them and ran right up to each of them with hugs. Caitlin and Sean spent the weekend with us, and to have everyone all together was pure bliss. We had Family Movie Night on Friday, and Lyndsay's birthday celebration on Saturday, followed by attending our Stake's production of The Music Man. Which was incredible. Full orchestra and everything. Living in Los Angeles has some perks.
Here's the cake, which Hannah believed I could do. Thanks, Hannah. Your chocolate cake recipe turned out incredibly. And Lyns was surprised and delighted with my design, which makes it all worthwhile.
Here are a few more photos: