Annika, Love

Apparently this morning, Annika--who is at my parents' house with Lily--came to Lily and told her that she needed to wash her shoes. Lily told her no, that her shoes did not actually need to be washed. Frustrated, Annika went and found my mother. She told her, "My shoes are thirsty." My mother got her some water. Presumably, the shoes "drank."

A reminder, as I seek to find the right words in my own work, that there are so many ways to say just about everything. And a reminder to pay attention, as close as I can. The way these children of mine are growing and learning is astonishing.