Secrets.....

What a weekend.  If I dared to share every detail you would be utterly bored and this posting would go on forever.  I'll try to avoid that.  The highlights - a sore throat that I woke with on Saturday and still plagues me.  Yuck.  Sunday - Hunter.  For almost 8 hours.  This weekend grandpa was his favorite and he shouted it for everyone to hear as we shopped around Sam's club.  However, when he's sleepy "Gigi" is who he loves best and so I settle for that.  Hugging my neck as he sleeps on my shoulder.  I never want to give him back.  And then he wakes up 2 hours later and runs through the house causing terror.  What is it?  Time to take him home?  Ahhhhhhhhh - the joys of being a grandparent.  Sunday night - Kennedy asking me if she can talk to me privately.  Uh-oh are the first thoughts.  I go up to her room and she shuts the door.  This is serious.  So we talk about something that has hurt her feelings.  We cry together and hug.  I tell her that I'm always here for her - she says she knows.  I thank her for sharing with me what's going on.  She tells me there's more.  Another secret.  I must promise first to tell no one.  I cross my heart.  She has a boyfriend.  Her first real one she explains as everything else was just a 1 or 2 week junior high episode she says.  I smile and hope that she can't hear the screaming inside my head.  She tells me his name.  How they met.  How he asked her.  Tells me he's very funny - everyone thinks so.  Tells me that if I tell dad or the brothers she will just die.  In my head I think "no - if I tell dad and the brothers then the new boyfriend will die and you will be safe."  She is 14.  A freshman.  She is not allowed to go out on a date with a boy.  However, he is a boyfriend and she knows that she is only allowed to "talk" to him and "go" with him - though they go nowhere.  She admits - he has held her hand.   I'm squeamish though smiling all the time.  I "act" excited for her and, again, I thank her for sharing with me what's going on in her life.  I promise once more that I will not tell dad or the 4 brothers, but tell her that soon she must tell Dad.  I tell her that I cannot keep a secret from him very long.  She promises to tell him some time this week.  We agree that I won't say anything - that it must come from her.  I kiss her goodnight and tell her how much I love her which is our ritual.  The phone is ringing.  I grab it - it's my beloved friend Penny.  My good behaviour this weekend went south as I grabbed a bottle of wine and we talked about precious Bonnie - our BFF who was taken from us too soon.  We talk, we cry.  Make promises to talk tomorrow.  Bedtime.  Brian's shoulder.  More tears and then blessed sleep.  Today is a new day.  A good day.  I realize that not all posts are going to be humorous.