Super Nintendo Fun

Today one of my new most favorite people got to meet both of my delightful blessings while we worked on the Roarin' 20s, the Great Depression, World War I, and World War II. Y'all, we're talking FIVE hours spent at my kitchen table, unpacking 20-ish years of history, finding videos, laughing at videos, looking up talking points, referencing page numbers, and taking numerous breaks to laugh at the two teenagers in the other room. Plus, they still call me when they need help beating a "boss" in a castle so I am still super legit.

I laughed a lot today. It was really fun. I should do it more often.

After we made a tentative game plan for tomorrow and Monday to finish up any loose APUSH ends, he took off and the boys and I spent some time doing something super important: round robin Super Nintendo. Listening to them play earlier made me want to play, too. So, after dinner B and I went in the study to start playing. N joined us shortly thereafter and began switching with us every other turn. I kept doing all of the secret levels and they just kept pushing through on the normal levels. They attempted, I should say. I have not laughed so hard in a long time. At one point, N couldn't keep Mario from falling down some stairs and he was all, "Damn. I must've missed the 'wet floor sign' because they clearly just mopped."

I had actual tears.

And it was such a good thing because it's been a hard year for all of us; individually but especially together as a trio. I was super apprehensive about how this week would go, for a variety of reasons, but nights like tonight make my heart so happy. It's simple. It's easy. It's still messy. But it reminds me so much of the times where it was always the three of us and, no matter how much chaos was swirling around, we were a cohesive and solid unit

I miss those days more than I can ever express. If I had it to do over again I would hold onto those days and moments a little bit tighter and commit them to my memory in great detail. When people say "Don't blink," I think this is what they mean.

When I got up this morning I was able to peek in on both of them still sleeping (like the dead) and, even though they're both so much older, I still see remnants of their baby faces when they sleep. It makes me so proud of them for all that they've overcome and accomplished and yet so heartbroken that it came and went in what seems like seconds (sometimes) instead of long, grueling years.

How's that for some perspective? ANYWAY, Super Nintendo was super fun and just the distraction I needed until I got a text from my friend Colleen (Heyyyyyy!) and scrambled to go talk to her. By the time I got situated I had gone into my bedroom and closed the door, gone into the bathroom and closed the door, climbed into the (empty) bathtub and closed the shower curtain to be able to talk, in private, about men. I kept saying, "I feel like 16-year-old me for a whole bunch of different reasons right about now," and it's so true! I kept waiting for my mom to yank on the cord to tell me that she needed to make a call...

Except my phone was charging and I'm the adult in the house. So that's weird.

I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Aubs