Dan asked me why my mom was coming during one of our craziest weeks of the spring - Ani's birthday, rehearsal and concert week for the women's choir I sing with, and the first week of an intense rehearsal schedule of the inaugural show for the theater company for which Dan is the founding artistic director. I looked at him, like, "duh. THAT's why."
|love love love|
She is here to be in the thick of it, to absorb enough chaos to make up a smidgen for the distance we usually have in our lives.
We packed it in: games, reading, walks, nail-painting, strawberry picking, cooking, eating, talking, crying, more eating...Our time together is punctuated with, "Oh, have you read this book? Put it on your list!"
We had a potluck for Ani's birthday, and our friend M. came over for dinner another night, and mom just rolls with it, fitting in well in the circle of friends. She might have also taken care of dinner - in and out - several nights as well as making the dish-fairy appear every day.
Thank you, Mormsie, for coming to be with us in our busy busy-ness, and for making it feel both special and normal all at the same time. We love you...
|Eliza is pretending to be a sullen teen.|
|(why isn't there just a heart symbol on the keyboard? heart. heart. heart.)|