Ashley again, with me and Tess. It’s strange that she is twenty two now. It’s even stranger that while I remember the quilt on the floor and the picture on the wall and the bedspread covering the couch, I have no memory of that lamp. I love it.
You should see my mom’s house now, by the way. It is really wonderfully redone (not the first time since that was taken, either) and I’m sort of afraid to visit with all my kids. When she and my step dad got married, we moved into his bachelor pad. So, I’m rambling, but I owe a picture of my mom’s current house. We need to get that digital camera now that the tax refund has arrived.
Will Willow go back to sleep???