Charles, Erica and Anne arrived this week. We hadn't seen Anne for nine months and she has become--what? A raving beauty? Highly competent in German? Independent? Grown up?All of the above.
I feel like the soppy Tevye in "Fiddler on the Roof." I may break into warbling "Sunrise, Sunset, quickly go the days . . ." at any moment and break into choking sobs at the quick passage of time. I may flail my limbs and weep.
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock. You're dead!
Or I may enjoy watching her happen for as long as possible and count my blessings that I got to be a part of her life and she of mine.
Or I could eat a cookie.
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I say sit and watch her while eating a cookie.
I really hope she blogs more when she gets home so I can read up on all her teenage love sagas.
yay! Bring out the confetti!
Go for the cookie. But don't cry on it. Soggy cookies are gross.(;
I like the Idea of counting your blessings while eating a cookie. Maybe even a couple. I find myself counting a lot lately. The task of focusing on the blessings right now often feels like hiking the slopes of Mordor.
There is no one quite like Anne. Elliot's in love. He has asked, "Is Anne done with Germany yet?"
I didn't even recognize her! Germany certainly seems to agree with her! Yay for reunions!
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