tricky memory

This morning, Trixie popped up next to the computer here, clutching at my arm.

"Mama! Come see the party Gloria and I made for the toys!"

I obligingly got up and followed her, feeling how small her hand still was in mine. I was led to the little kids' room, where an extravagant fete was laid, with block lemonade and blanket cakes.

She beamed at me.

I oohed and aahed, and while I did, I thought, she won't remember this. Because Faith and Abby don't remember all the hundred times I did the same for them.

So it's my job to remember for both of us.

Gloria and the Crimmis lights

Sean put lights up today. Gloria loves them with all her baby heart.



She sat there looking at them for a long time, periodically sighing a lovely little sigh, and saying "So pretty."

sisters

One of the best things I ever did was have children.

And one of the best things I did regarding having children was have these two fifteen months apart. At the time, everyone thought I was crazy (many still do, no doubt!) but I knew it was going to be awesome.

(Here they are giggling and chattering and discussing things of great import, such as snoring and Adam Young's hair.)

These two kids are inseparable. They are different, in looks and in interests, and in personality. Abby is reserved, but with a bubbly sense of humor beneath the surface. Faith is a person of deep and outspoken passions, and a total goofball. Together they are a set.

I'm so happy to have them.