she sweetly wrote that it reminded her of me.
huh. i wondered. how did she know i was drowning?
i prefer to believe that my imaginary friend meant these photos reminded her of me because they are stunning. because that's how imaginary friends are, you know.
this morning i did feel a bit like i was drowning. couldn't remember for the life of me if lillie liked strawberry or grape jelly. which really didn't matter in the end because all she wanted was cereal. but before that end? when i asked strawberry or grape? it was like i asked who are you, again? crestfallen is a word i've never used before. until right now. it's really the only word to describe the look on that little thing's face.
and grae. my grae-girl. someday, i have to tell you about her school conference. today, i'll tell you that i walked out of there feeling more pride than i think i've ever felt in my entire life. also more pain, too. that probably doesn't make sense. at all. but i always worry when i see someone hauling around a backpack weighted down with the world. it's way too heavy for anyone. especially for a ten-year old.
and esmé. oh, my. i can't even tell you what she did last night. it will never be in writing. know that it ended with uncle sugar telling her that he should sell her to the gypsies. but he just can't. she's too adorable.
we've got grand plans for the weekend. but i'm more intent on my petite plans. like figuring out exactly and precisely what my lillie katie likes. and lightening my grae-girl's load. and persuading uncle sugar to just rent my mémé to the gypsies. on thursday nights. when she does something so naughty that i can't ever never not even in a whisper tell you. and you know how crap i am with keeping secrets.
there. i feel better now. have i told you how lovely it is to pop in and drop off all of my worries and awkward moments and man i'm a dork stories? well. it is.
thanks for that. and xoxo.