I can hear grunting and whining, 3 boys spending time with their mom, their routines changed, boys who suddenly can be kids again without the sheath of being grown men (boys). It is great to see them looking up at their mom with such childlike awe, each wanting their brand of affection with their mom. Then there were the conversations, some started in jokes, some serious, there were tears, but there was resolution.
The mom in turn, was fussing, nagging, always telling them what to do, hugging them and kissing them. The joys of motherhood.
To celebrate cookies, burnt offerings were concocted, it was a joyful event. Certainly worth cherishing.