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Stella. I can't even begin to explain how much of a great child she is. It is just amazing to me how good she can be and I have never once had to think to myself, "Uh, Stella tonight. That'll be hard." She just...smiles. I arrived and she immediately could be heard over the baby walkie talkie, saying, "Jennie? Hi Jennie!" She didn't want me to leave her and as her parents left she wavered for one second, only to be all smiles the next. At our dinner she ate three bowls of blueberries and let me read her an entire Molly (American Girl Doll, that is) book, and then after dinner we cleaned up and she and I danced to some James Taylor. It was amazing. After dancing we were tired, so we headed to bed. I scooped her up and whisked her away to her big girl bed. And she just continues to amaze me. We climbed into bed, and I gave her a hug and a kiss and turned to leave and she started her show of crying so I wouldn't. And she's just too cute to say "no" to, so of course I layed back down and coaxed her to put down her toys and sleep. She layed down but looked still energized, so I pulled out a trick I used to try on Mara before she'd yell at me, and that I used to use with Ms Morgan when she was a small girl....
So the sun is surely sinking down
[But the moon is slowly rising...]
Two "You Can Close Your Eyes" two "Sweet Baby James" and one "You & Me" later, she was off in dreamworld and I was slipping out the door...
Downstairs, I talked to Lauren, my love, and went through the house changing flowers and vases' water and emptying the dishwasher. Then she was off doing something and I was ready for some Davey. Reading along, I came to the end of the book as the gravel in the driveway was spat out from behind the wheels of the Moore's Jetta. Perfect in a summer day. Just like that day last summer at Christopher's. Perfection...
"You still look beautiful, even with chocolate on your shirt."
"Oh, I IMed her, by the way." Like he could have told me that before. It worries me, but makes me happy that someone is defending me at the same time. I don't mind being loved once in a while.
I just loved the windows at the church. They let in tons of light but they were brightly colored. If I had built a church, the windows would have probably looked very similiar to the ones there. Yellow, red, blue, green, purple, teal, and all letting an optimal amount of light shine on us on this beautiful Sunday morning.
Poolside today was good. Clean teeth, clean soul, clean mind. Well, almost clean mind. Missing my roommate love, and wishing she'd get ahold of me. But I know I just need to give her time.
Poolside, tan. More Davey. (It's a good thing, he was growing up quickly.)
I was in a weird mood. Not in a mood to sit around and watch TV. I wanted to do something else, and I figured what it was halfway home.
I grabbed a jar, and some wax paper, and the camera, bug spray, couldn't find a flashlight, and shoes when I got home. After some unsuccessful attempts by myself, I recruited my brother, and we set outside to catch some fireflies. He wasn't very good with depth perception, but we managed to circle the yard and catch about five.
Then I took our jar and set out capturing some of the little ones on film. Or...digitally. But it didn't work out so well. My mood passed anyways, and I spent the rest of my evening with Rabbi Shumley...
I love the Jewishness that is arising from me.
I love summer.
So the sun is surely sinking down
[But the moon is slowly rising...]
Two "You Can Close Your Eyes" two "Sweet Baby James" and one "You & Me" later, she was off in dreamworld and I was slipping out the door...
Downstairs, I talked to Lauren, my love, and went through the house changing flowers and vases' water and emptying the dishwasher. Then she was off doing something and I was ready for some Davey. Reading along, I came to the end of the book as the gravel in the driveway was spat out from behind the wheels of the Moore's Jetta. Perfect in a summer day. Just like that day last summer at Christopher's. Perfection...
"You still look beautiful, even with chocolate on your shirt."
"Oh, I IMed her, by the way." Like he could have told me that before. It worries me, but makes me happy that someone is defending me at the same time. I don't mind being loved once in a while.
I just loved the windows at the church. They let in tons of light but they were brightly colored. If I had built a church, the windows would have probably looked very similiar to the ones there. Yellow, red, blue, green, purple, teal, and all letting an optimal amount of light shine on us on this beautiful Sunday morning.
Poolside today was good. Clean teeth, clean soul, clean mind. Well, almost clean mind. Missing my roommate love, and wishing she'd get ahold of me. But I know I just need to give her time.
Poolside, tan. More Davey. (It's a good thing, he was growing up quickly.)
I was in a weird mood. Not in a mood to sit around and watch TV. I wanted to do something else, and I figured what it was halfway home.
I grabbed a jar, and some wax paper, and the camera, bug spray, couldn't find a flashlight, and shoes when I got home. After some unsuccessful attempts by myself, I recruited my brother, and we set outside to catch some fireflies. He wasn't very good with depth perception, but we managed to circle the yard and catch about five.
Then I took our jar and set out capturing some of the little ones on film. Or...digitally. But it didn't work out so well. My mood passed anyways, and I spent the rest of my evening with Rabbi Shumley...
I love the Jewishness that is arising from me.
I love summer.