By the time we were done with cookies and then a quick frozen chicken nuggets dinner, Sawyer was basically asleep on his feet. All that time outside in the heat with animals and two grandfathers doting on him had worn him out, and when we topped that off with cookie making, he was basically unconscious as soon as I set his head on the pillow. I stayed with him for a few minutes, though, just savoring his slightly stinky, slightly sweet little boy smell and looking at his incredibly long eyelashes. He was an absolute miracle.
Eventually, I made my way downstairs and found that Dad, Lucille, and Santiago had taken care of setting up everything, including the two key lime pies that Lucille had just whipped up for tonight. They looked absolutely scrumptious, and when I saw her mixing a bowl o
