Yesterday was Wes’ last day of freedom before we head to the hospital today.
Actually, his last day of freedom was last Thursday before any of this started, before any doctor appointment. But I don’t remember what we did that day. You don’t realize it’s your last day of freedom until it’s already passed.
But back to yesterday. I asked one of my best friends, who happens to be the mom of Wes’ best friend Gigi, to blow off work for a while so we could spend the day together. We took the kids swimming at the YMCA and Mary came to join us there. Gigi splashed and splashed and didn’t want to get out even when her chin was trembling so hard from cold you could see it a mile away. Wes splashed and then licked his fist repeatedly. Weird dude. But happy!
Then we went to the zoo. We saw the giraffes, the lions, the apes. And then we heard it. The tiger was roaring so loudly and repeatedly that he was drawing a crowd. Should we go see? Yes, let’s run and see it! I have never heard a tiger actually roar in a zoo! It echoed. We went to where the crowd was, no tiger on this side. So we hot-footed it over to the other side of the enclosure. And there he stood. Not opening his mouth for nothin’. Like he didn’t just roar for 2-3 minutes. Boo.
Then we came back to the house and the kids played and played.
Kate and Gigi eventually had to leave.
As they were leaving I checked the mailbox as a little birdie told me to, and there were two adorable pictures drawn by friends of Wes. What an amazing community we are a part of.
We ended the day with a visit and a walk with Wes’ Aunt Nikki and Grandma Mary. Then Wes fell asleep on his Dada’s chest.
It was a glorious and perfect last day of freedom. I will remember it always.