Dan is back from Baltimore (or "Voldamore" as its been called around here this past week - Eliza is a hopeless, hopeful, ardent fan..."Mama, tell me truthfully, do you think Hogwarts is real? Do you think maybe maybe I might get a letter when I'm eleven, which is 1-2-3-4 four years away? Wait, no....think think...three! Three years!"). We didn't dissolve into bedlam, at least not completely, while he was gone, which is a relief and an accomplishment (!), and we even had some very good days. I am feeling almost On Top of Things once more - I've written a couple of drafts to process Life at this moment, but I'm wondering if they aren't thoughts better written into a journal? Might be. But for now, I wanted to share some photos I snuck of Ani; I didn't want to make her self-conscious or interrupt her flow, but to be honest, it wouldn't have mattered had I stuck the lens in her face - this girl has FOCUS in her storytelling, and I am hoping to give you a mere glimpse into the breadth of her imagination...she is telling a story in which the main characters are portrayed by...empty pasta boxes.
I love love love this girl.