Writing.... I miss it, I feel guilt for not doing it. Which is the emotion that runs my life....I strive to let me be and know I am doing my best. That guilt likes to claw and slither it's way past my defenses. It keeps me awake thinking of every angle. I have joy and delight. So lucky.
My children are growing. I look at them closely trying to memorize them at this part of their existence. I know how fleeting each stage is and how much they change in such a short time. They are 7-11 now and they find it hilarious that they have a store.
Sofia asked me the other day how when she was in my belly that we knew she was a girl. So that started a discussion on boy and girl parts. We ended up looking at her ultrasound pictures. Oh my, that girl was and is so very beautiful. She is curious about everything and always has SO many questions and is delighted with the answers. She makes up songs and sings all the time. The other night we had a girl date. And we had a picnic of Chick fila at the park and she went up on a hill and did 5 "shows" for me. This is where she dances and sings on the stage. Apparently, I am crazy on girl dates. It is one of the reasons she loves me.
Noah is striving to be grown up and responsible. But clings to being young and protected. He acts all strong and tough. Helping out and not complaining and rare and beautiful moments of curling up and getting comforts. I adore our talks that now have substance. I chuckle at his put up with life sighs that come so much more frequent. His patience with his sister is shorter but he plays stuffed animals with her for hours still and helps create elaborate games for their imagination. He really is a brilliant boy
