the girlies three haven't let me out of their sight since our little earthquake. this is so strange; they're normally so resistant.
i have to be honest. i'm a bit disappointed in them.
doesn't that sound awful?! i know. i feel like the worst mother right now.
these are girls who tried to sneak up behind our armed guards every morning before school and every afternoon when they came home. always an edgy prank when they pulled it in the pitch black of night. these are girls who walk into new schools leaning forward. they translate different as beautiful. they are ready for everything.
they love change. they were built for adventure. they are naughty and thuggish and irreverent and hella polite and comfortable in their own skin and braver on a daily basis than most adults i've met.
and now they are scared of the earth rumbling again.
i don't understand it. i don't. so all i can do is let them follow me around, i guess, and hope this memory fades.
the good news is that my sister-in-law told them there are lots of earthquakes happening where we're set to move next summer. so that's awesome.
to distract their horror, i told them about the active volcano.
in my attempt to try to figure out how to end this post, the only thing i figured out is that this is probably only the beginning. ugh. have a sweet day, you little sweethearts. if you need me, i'll be with my lillie, my grae, and this little wildebeest that's magnetized to my side. this tattoo reminds me of why i scrawled patrick's name on the top of my foot in the first place. thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path. kind of the same meaning. kind of.