Corday, Corday.....

I was a little wistful last night. We picked Owen up from a friend’s house on the way home and chatted to him a moment. He mostly wanted to know what was for dinner. We got home and I yelled up to Leo and he yelled back down. Dinner was eaten and then both boys spent the evening in their rooms, Leo minecrafting, training and doing homework, Owen drawing, posting to his instagram and doing God know what else. Owen popped down occasionally but Ernie and I found ourselves pretty much on our own for the evening. This is more and more how our evenings go, and as much as I know it is to be expected….sometimes I just miss my boys.

Somehow I didn’t know it would go quite so quickly. I didn’t know it would go seemingly straight from being asked to read Corduroy 7 times in a row before bedtime to knocking on their door and saying, “I’m going to bed, don’t stay up too late.” I miss Corduroy. Leo loved that book so damn much. He would never touch stuffed animals when he was that age but he would sleep with books. One time he slept with his book Corduroy and tore a page. The top of his head almost flew off when he woke up and saw the tear. We mended it and even got him a fresh copy. At one point I think we had three copies of Corduroy. He loved Corduroy so. “Corday, Corday” he would beg. And even though I would get tired of reading it after the first four or five times….I miss Corduroy. I miss the sweet peas that were, just as much as I adore the sweet peas I have.