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.
9 comments:
you just fileted me right open with this. like a butterflied shrimp.
gah. 'filleted' - two elles.
karey your words are too beautiful...this post today will inspire me to pay attention to each moment i spend with my four little ones today. and as much as i want my queen back, i will remember to hold onto my 5 year old, so close, knowing that the moment is fleeting.
what do you mean no point to your posts? your posts inspire and amuse, always. there's definitely a point to that. this one inspires me for sure - my little boy turns 4 tomorrow, and i keep having that thought about the moments i want him to remember.
i'm with krista. holy hell...
this is goodness.
and i feel you. i'm there...pretty much all the time with the girlies.
I always smile when your posts pop up on my reader. And usually, by the end I'm crying. Little moments of your day inspire me to be a better mother, so thanks from me and from my 4 girls too.
every word you type has a point ~ and I can never get enough of them.
My gosh - how sweet. Don't like the fact that you made me cry at 2 o'clock in the afternoon though. I know that feeling - that's probably why you'll still find my ELEVEN year old snoozin' in my king more often than I'd like to admit.
love! love love love!
xox,
susan
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