Monday, October 16, 2006

Things and stuff.

A dream will spark a memory or vice versa. Vivid feelings connected to her arrive in waves. Storms. I'll find notes she’s written folded neatly inside of books. I'll stumble (I always stumble) into a box. I'll find things. Stuff. Things that were just things before. Treasures now. Real treasures. A scarf. A brush. A ring. A photograph. A shirt. A smell. You know that smell, it's her. A treasure, a real treasure. Thank you Becca.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Oh happy day

Adeline wanted to go to "ballet dance school class", I said sure. Every parent believed they had the most darling girl in class. We are all correct. The place even smelled cute. I'm on the fast track to becoming a soccer mom.