Our Little Bob Ross Children

A longer post about the 5 days the youngest children were home will be forthcoming, but I keep laughing about a comment Yessa made to Buster while they were home.

Yessa helped me clean out our bedroom closet, and there's a special woven basket that I have carried from home to home for decades. It contains special cards from loved ones, Buds and my engagement rings and wedding bands, and a whole series of love letters between Buds and me (mostly from me to Buds.)

Yessa read through the love letters, reading some of them out loud to me, or starting to read some, and then stopping and tossing them aside with a comment of, "I do NOT want to be reading that!" There were a fair number written to Buds when we were pregnant with Monkey, talking about the excitement of this new little life headed our way, or sending him off on a work trip with a reminder that we'd be at home waiting for him.

When Yessa was done reading, she said to Buster, "After reading through all those, it is very clear that Monkey was planned and we were happy little accidents."