Got caught in the rain on my way to babysitting and so arrived with sopping feet in flip flops and pants soaked to the knee. But the rain was invigorating and I only wished I was running home instead, so that I might just put away the umbrella and skip.
It was wonderful to be in a home tonight. Our apartment is feeling more lived in these days - couches, as do curtains and mess - but it's still a box divided into four rooms with mostly blank walls. This was a home - backyard, full cabinets, kids collages in the windows and all. And two darling girls to run about in it. B and Z. 5 and 3. blonde and slightly british. stories and puzzles, bath time and bed time. bed time that takes too many alligators being thrown, too many changes of beds, too many feet in faces, but also the sharing of the perfect dream. a flying beach. that's what B wants to dream about.
Happy thoughts:
B's use of the word keen - "I'm not so keen on the top bunk."
A fridge with three types of milk
Intersection sized puddles
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