The other day the boys and I were talking about wrapping up the school year, and all the fun things happening. Elliot was talking about Field Day and how Mrs. J. challenged kids to tether ball. She beat them all (this is reason number 87 million why I love her). He thought for a second and said, "I wish I could see Mrs. J.'s house." I asked him why. He shrugged. "I'm just curious."
Huh. Sounds like something I would say.
Louis has adjusted to summer vacation by sleeping in well past 9:00 each morning since school got out. I'd be doing the same if Sally wasn't across the hall calling, "Moooooooooooom? Daaaaaaaad? I'm awake now!" at 7:04. Sleeping in is a delight.
Meanwhile, this morning, that little girl is wearing a blankey-cape, ate yogurt with blueberries for breakfast, and falls down when she twirls. She has my hair, she is naughty, and says that painting makes her happy.
When these small people formed inside me, and then came out, and then started doing things, I learned about the joy that comes from seeing myself in them.
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This is just lovely.
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