Monday, June 27, 2016

And still counting (8958-8991)

the royal gold and pink smear of a sunset sky after a storm
the smell of a school
Lanie on stage, all smiles

Lisa in the mornings
sleeping in
a call from Linda
the summer hustle
a movie with Michi

that ended up more about talking and laughing than watching
blueberries from her plants in the backyard
that last creamy-sweet sip of coffee in the mug
Erin's helpful heart
Father's Day memories with my dad

a new pool guy
a trim from Lisa with the Creaclip!
garlic hummus
Kellie at the table
requests from the kids to all get together

Karen St and a coffee date
Erin peddling her bike through sunshine, first of the season
streams riding the breeze
a waggy dog
blossoms on the cucumber vine

music in the rooms
curriculum in the mail
a hummingbird outside the kitchen window
the little ones on stage making me wish my babies were babies again
texts with Nora

thoughts on community
literature packets getting prepped
the red, white, and blue bread at Wegmans
gluten-free confetti cake mix
frog song serenading at night

five years
she got her five-year dance trophy!





Saturday, June 25, 2016

Wake up call

She wanted me to get her up at 5:30 a.m. today so that she could get ready for her dance rehearsal.

She had an idea of what needed to be done, and I followed behind with reminders: get your hair wet, pack your lunch, get your clothes ready so I can label them.

And then makeup. I tracked down a gluten-free lipstick, since there's always a likelihood that it could be ingested. 

She put the mascara on by herself. I watched as she gently brushed her lashes, so carefully. Watched the lashes darken and grow, and realized that she was growing too.

"So it's ok that I start wearing mascara now?" she wondered.

"Sure," I said.

That image of her putting on mascara. Gently and carefully.



I walked her into the building and then we sat in the auditorium for announcements. She leaned against me for warmth and let me put my arm around her. We sat like that and talked quietly between each other and laughed sometimes too, and I thought how lucky I am to have this thirteen-year-old love to be near me and lean against me and hold my hand, still.

She asked me to walk her back to her changing room, and I did. Met with the stage mom to introduce myself and warn against sharing lipsticks because of Celiac disease. I looked at Lanie.

"You good?" I asked.

"Yes," she nodded.

"I'll see you later," I said.

Came home to Erin, who was excited to bake a cake for her sister's big day tomorrow.