i redid the girlies' rooms this weekend, and turned esmé's into a magical little toy shop. there are gold star garlands streaming from her sloped ceiling, fairies dance from invisible wire, and her hand-painted italian growth chart is finally hung at the correct height. just about.
i think we may be closer - uncle sugar and i - to having our king to ourselves.
near bedtime, my mé started getting concerned. i could feel it. so i carried her to our king, and told her she could plan a sleepover in her new room for another night.
that little thing. her gratitude and relief just about gutted me. she held my face and smiled so damn hard...
so we lounged and talked, face to face, for a while before sleep. and we were smiling at each other. and i asked her - i don't know why - mémé? will you remember this?
she stopped and tried to smile, but her watered eyes and her little nostril wings gave her away. so she just nodded. and i did, too.
there's no point to this post. as usual, right? except maybe to remind myself of something. or maybe i just wanted to remember this. photo via georgia bean.