For all the sighing and complaining I’ve done around here lately, the truth is that we still sprinkle in a healthy dose of birthdays and other daily joys and blessings into the mix. Today is M’s birthday, and while I haven’t piped out red buttercream poppies or written out happy birthday greetings in hieroglyphs, we…
Category: letters to my loves
two already
You cannot be two already, even though every single movement of your body, each gesture, each look, those endless words tripping out of your mouth – each declares wordlessly or at high pitch that you most certainly are. I do not know of a child of this age who could be as utterly delighted to…
seven and a half
Becoming seven-and-a-half does not mean that you are any more likely to eat pizza without getting sauce smeared all over your face, nor does it mean that you will suddenly care a bit if you do. It doesn’t even mean that you are suddenly able to convince your younger sister to sit patiently in your…