Oh, the joys.
I blogged on Monday about getting to NYC on Saturday for our friend’s wedding. I was lost. I was found. But all the while, I can say with 100% certainty that I knew my boys were safe and sound at home with my parents.
I was wrong.
I was told the “real” story yesterday when William asked if he could have an apple from the apple picking day with his cousins.
“Honey, we don’t have any apples left from last year,” I said.
To which he responded, “No, Mommy… from when Grandma and Pop-up took us a few days ago with my cousins.”
I called my mother. She laughed. “Who told you? William?”
My parents could tell that I was getting more and more frazzled by the moment on my unexpected Brooklyn detour on Saturday… so they didn’t need me to worry about my 4 boys being an hour from home and running around an apple orchard with their 5 cousins.
I will agree, I didn’t need the extra worry… believe me.
But when I saw the pictures, I felt so happy that my boys had such a happy afternoon running and laughing and picking and eating with their cousins and aunties and uncles. Thanks, Mom & Dad!