SLUMBER PARTY
Emma is here for our much anticipated sleepover. There were hardly enough hours in the evening for everything we had to catch up on. The sandbox had to be gone over with a fine toothed rake, she reaquainted herself with forgotten toys, there was cooking, coloring and walking on the golf (in the rain tonight).
Just about dinner time, we got into an 18 minute discussion about macaroni that was as enlightening as any conversation that I had with adults at the wine bar last night. She is certainly pasta opinionated. Our discussion got heated at one point and she adamantly said "quit saying macaroni", which threw me into a fit a laughter to which she responded by saying "it's not funny" with that frown that she gets. So I took her seriously and we concluded the discussion with this; "macaroni is the best food because they are noodles and you can eat them with your fingers". Can't argue with that. So we made a pot and ate the whole thing with our fingers.
It was heart wrenching to realize how much time I have missed with Emma in the past few months and extremely healing to my soul that is was like we had not been apart even one day. I sit on the other side of a big chair from her as she is drinking milk and watching the discovery channel about migrating birds. I am watching her. This child emanates an intelligence and grace I have seen from few people in my life. She's here to teach us.
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