|I was desperately trying to raise the seat and having no luck. I wonder why...|
|Someone has figured out how to climb.|
|And climb and climb and climb.|
The bridge is a repository of plastic and fluff, housing Little People and Wheelies and babies and such.
I sat for a moment, thinking that yes, it would be even more beautiful when we no longer have these items all over our yard and house. And then, it came to me, we will be in a new phase of life with the girls when we get there. This time is so short and so precious. Before I know it, Ellie will be in kindergarten and Lil will be in upper elementary and they'll no longer be interested in these things.
I don't wish this time away for anything in the world. The time of no plastic will come soon enough. For now, I'll embrace every cruddy, clunky piece of it.
1. I picked up my night guard this morning. Hooray for protecting my teeth. :oP
2. The red azalea is blooming:
3. My happy little Johnny Jump-Ups are making me smile:
4. My two heirloom columbines are doing their thing as well:
5. The rose--Hannah's rose that we tried so desperately to remove all traces of--is going to be lousy with blossoms this year if the buds are anything to judge by:
7. Gabriel came through his surgery with flying colors. Hallelujah!
8. Family working together to clean up scattered messes.
9. Holly got a haircut, hopefully meaning fewer mulch messes throughout the house...:fingers crossed: ;o)
10. I cleaned out two of the junk drawers today and reorganized them.
One of the drawers I cleaned out was Hannah's. We have my junk drawer, a kids junk drawer, and a Brien junk drawer, each holding items specific to those family members. (Yes, I'm spoiled that I have that many drawers in my kitchen--believe me, I know!) I hadn't cleaned out those drawers since July 2007, when I did so with the Monkey.
She was all over those two drawers. There were photos and toys and writings and drawings and those items Hannah treasured and held dear. I found her wallet with her "monies" and a Tarjay gift card. I found her "necklace" that Lissie had given her that was really an anklet (which I promptly put around my ankle). I found rocks (lordy how the child adored her some rocks) and cheap, trashy kids' meal toys and hair doodles. In short, I found the Monkey, and oh my, my heart. My heart sighed.
It didn't hurt like it would have three years ago. Scabs weren't ripped off, yos weren't sent in a downward spiral. I just feel wistful. I miss my girl.