My older son walking across the lawn carrying a bouquet a flowers for me... yup, I cried. Thanks, T!
This morning after our daily shirshir with the dog, we went to the Ethiopian church. The boys were saying they didn't want to go, and I found myself saying in Amharic, "Today is Sunday. On Sundays, we go to church," while in my mind I'm thinking, What I am talking about?!?!
Church was a mix of overwhelming and familiar for the kids. Lots of new faces and activities, but at the same time people speaking Amharic and talking about egziabher. They got to see Agot Asres - Uncle Asres, our Amharic teacher - the first person from their photo album whom they got to meet in real life. It was very sweet to see them together.
After church we went to a new park by our house. There was a Spanish-speaking family there, and I was talking to them in Spanish. As we were leaving our boys yelled ¡Adios! out the car window.
After lunch the boys napped. Our friends came over in the afternoon, and we all went to the playground together. Then in the early evening a neighbor came over with her son. A had a great time playing with him. It was the most interactive he's been with another kid, and I think it's because it was in the safe space of his own home. D, who's younger, was content to sit to the side and point out all the trucks and school buses in his book.
Dinner, bath and getting ready for bed all went smoothly. Emotionally, today was the boys' best day so far. Happy Mother's Day!