Al has been through his share of lawn care. Long before he became a mower instead of a blower, he lost it. At a local residence. 4 bags of dog shit later he reached his breaking point, sprayed with a fecal matter facial.

Colorful language reached the residence as Al recreated a high school football devotional, ripping apart the lazy homeowner. Any room for patching up was long over by the end of the psychotic rampage. Client dropped the lawn care services.

Al’s boss watched the entire thing laughing his ass off. “We could have just charged them for labor for picking up poop”.

Al found boundaries and boiling points all over the work force. Still my favorite when he comes home with a little extra in his stash.

Wills Birthday! Finally made the big 3. Started first week of school and was passed out on the bus by the last day. Had the screaming shits ever since.

Poor guys been looking forward to cold rag rested between his cheeks. “Thank you”, he responds diaperless.

The amazing part about being a child is he has no idea how vulnerable he looks in these positions. If it were you or I we’d pee embarrassment. Instead he watches not one but two full length vocabulary shows in relief fully bent over the table “airing out”.

Reminded of his younique simplicity we smile as he clacks his tongue. Drew bends over next to him smiling wanting the older brother experience.

Life has been such a roller coaster moments like this lighten the load. Love this clan and their nasty rashes.

Who doesn’t love purple. In the madness Drew decides marketing and strutting are his strong suits. Massive charmer with piercing eyes and strut.

He in fact dances as well as Dempsi and prefers to enter with a cadence. Our handsome devil works ladies like a nine to five. Can’t believe the heavy curls and corky, confident demeanor.

Evolving from golf course and city work, moving into private business. He’s a morphed work mule crossed with wild bore. His fluttery lashes show length while fighting elements.

Grandma left for heaven, what relief. Calling for distraction and connection Al is my guardian angel. Ridiculous rants, callous humor and eye candy. Sounds fortified but when nothing makes sense having a beautiful man smiling brings glimmers of hope throughout. His old school presence and outlandish nature sparks life and sanity during the darkest of hours.

Looking back on the drives taken relieving stresses and improving the “I need to fucking escape” button sirening.

Now a messy trio of different eat and sleep schedules scatter the back seats. Dempsi, Will and Drew our spawn drooling and kicking their tunes in harmony and mass fury.

Once just secret friends wondering if life had more in store now saddled for the long haul. Not what we thought but more. Less situated than imagined exploring roadies no where to be.

Slowing down is hard trying not to run is even harder. I’ll always want to go home wherever he is, this is new. We created three beauties regardless of understanding outcome and here we are in the present living the glory.

Sell, sell, sell, create create create, up late not feeling great.

Simple reminders how short life is, where were from and how to give.

Humor is the lightest cure, time is long and never sure.

We have so little or we have alot. Perspectives everything cold or hot.

But who know it’s noones truth, what happens next, little proof.

For we’re here to shine and gleam, love endlessly, connect and dream.

As potions and experiments continue, “freshness”, describes her vibe. Enjoying the sciences like her father she elaborates and jabbers vigorously. Willing to let anyone listen, hesitant of collaboration growing fierce and feisty.

Browne blood thirsty for life she aids her neglected aloe plant. Giving water and wrapping wounds, picking the dead pieces she heals her fighting buddy with a wet wipe off.

Needing a little extra rest I lay down with Dempsi-Doo. She sleeps hard and comfortable in her own skin. “We’re the last ones left of our blood line.” Whimpering beside her admiring her easy natural rest. How odd imagining you with grandma in heaven. Grandma barking orders at God and you once again being smothered with endless criticism only to be matched in praise.

Dempsi has a knack for arguing is mouthy none the less. The more I encourage church and understanding the bigger back lash awaits. Forcing her any direction won’t be the case. She has her own mind and how I wish to understand the manipulation and eagerness to please with little regard for others including her brothers.

She thinks her great grandmas taking a sabbatical and though death may be serious it mainly revolves around spooky scary Holloween goblins and ghosts. Now that your both gone I feel a wide presence that we’re suppose to act right. The question is what exactly is acting right and would you please stop watching me pee!

Hearts on edge as Will first week of school arrives. Grandmas funeral weekend rolls into the most pivotal moment of his existence. Trying to appear calm pausing before we wave.

He bolts in front of the others who are lolligaggin in line. I reach out my hand, he biffs awkwardly to the ground. Paw Patrol light up shoes back up as he barrel to the steps. “Good morning” greeting captain Jeff, Will with a shiteating grin. Should I laugh or cry I stop with butterflies waving through the tinted windows.

Meanwhile Al called ahead to warn Turtle teacher, “block the exists and use your legs when you lift him”. He can’t hear well in his work truck and speaks really loud leading to an interesting first impression.

The bus shows as I hide the worn tears from a long reflective day. Will the spirit animal pulls a toy slug and a tiger from his hand gives the densest slow hug only an exhausted mother can appreciate. He looked like he wore down a small army with a lick of curiosity left. Dempsi said she was sorry for throwing the tiger out the window on the drive home. I gasped before decided to pick a better battle.

We giggle thinking of his poor teacher earning more than her time and half. We know he wasn’t forgotten. Her comment to the bus driver was, “he’s all yours”. Spirit animals experience.

Drew dropped my phone in a pitcher of water. Came around the corner and he was pumped up dancing and I joined in to realize he slam dunked my phone and couldn’t be more pleased with himself.

Without a phone left me more time to think freely. Somewhat alarming how attached to technology we all are. The days played outside seemed a bit longer, strolls around the mountain blocks more intimate and meaningful.

Realizing all the beauty right in front of me in my own family opened my eyes. Glad to have a phone again and the insight gained was all mine.