All my kids have them in spades. So beautiful!
Jess writes about everyone being pissed off at her. I know what she means. I’ve just been alternating between not caring and wanting to crawl under a big rock.
Willow slept in, and when she woke up she came and found me and said, "I’m soaked!" I stripped her bed, then made her a big warm bubble bath, got her a cup of milk and myself a cup of coffee, and we both got in and played with the dozen rubber ducks that hang out there. Later I just needed to get out of the house, so I put her in a summery dress and we went to the bookstore. She came home with three coloring/sticker books, and right now she’s sitting quietly on the floor next to me playing with the Clifford the dog stickers. The window is open and it’s so quiet outside; I can hear the wind in the leaves.