I am gone for work ten hours or more but the time between is filled with pretty much nothing but Massey Time.
Last night I had all three kids here and we sat in the dining room for hours looking through old pictures and telling stories.
Those times are priceless and almost worth having all the gray hair they've given me.
I hemmed a pair of jeans for her while home, sewed up a favorite camisole and started sewing on the eight patches from her stint as camp counselor this past summer onto a fleece blanket.
Took me four hours to sew on all but one. Thank goodness it's still hot outside.
I got up at six twenty this morning, got home early shortly after six tonight.
I think I make MYSELF tired until Massey comes home.
Yep, she's a chip off the ole block.