A boiling gassy ball of fire It rises up in the morning Then rests peacefully during the day Finally it goes down Then comes up again The sun
I miss my Chloe. We’ll see her in a few days. I don’t imagine she misses us that much because she’s having a great time at camp at Cornell. But she wrote us another letter, and the lovely poem about the sun was included in her missive. So it’s nice to know she’s thinking of us. I love the letters. They’re so old fashioned. I can’t wait for her to go to sleepaway camp next month because we’ll get to send each other more snail mail. Very cool.
I really missed Sophie’s hugs this week. And when she stepped out of my mom’s car this afternoon and gave me a series of huge hugs, I was overcome with happiness.
Apparently, Chloe and Sophie miss us. Either they miss us or my mom encouraged them to write us letters. It doesn’t really matter what their motivation was. ‘Cause what a treat to get mail from my girls!
After Chloe expressed an interest in communing with mother earth a few weeks ago, Papa took the girls to the local nursery the other day and bought lots of interesting things.
Chloe and Sophie left us today, for their annual trip with Grammy to Ithaca. They couldn’t wait to go on their adventure – they had packed their bags two days ago.
When is it that children lose their innocence once and for all? Is it when they start paying attention to the news, and realize that most of it is negative? Is it when something bad and life-changing happens to them? Or is it when they learn that something bad and life-changing happens to one of their friends?
