in between sweaty runs and sunny swims and uphill through the woods bicycle rides, uncle sugar and i watched babies and invictus with our girlies three.
lillie and grae understood it all. esmé, just enough. deep down in their hearts, they felt all the love and pain and injustice and bravery and goodness in the world. we could see it.
of course, as soon as i write this all perfection and sweetness will transform into petty and bratty, yes? it's always the way. either or, i like to call it.
about a minute after i met lillie for the very first time, my mom said something like "well...here you go!"
i wondered what she meant, and she explained it sort of like this: "from now on, you'll make the wrong decision for your baby. you'll either doubt yourself as a mother or someone else will. but every so often, you'll see a sign that you're getting it right. wait for those moments."
well. this was one of those weekends when i felt like we're getting it right, uncle sugar and i.
both movies are must-sees, i think. and i'd be interested in who your favorite babies prove to be. as for the girlies three, they loved the two from mongolia and namibia, and frowned without knowing why at the couple from san francisco. isn't that odd? i thought so, too. have a sweet week, you! xoxo.