Jackson

Paul, Jackson and I are on our way home from school and talking about friends of ours who just bought a house from new friends and commenting on what a small world it is. Jackson is sitting quietly between us as we talk. When there is a pause in the conversation, Jackson thoughtfully asks, "How do they buy a house?" and before either of us has time to answer adds, "It's so big, they can't even carry it". When we start to explain, he pipes in with, "but where will the people go when the other people come to get their house".

I love those little glimpses into their thoughts and how what seems to be clear and the only way to see a situation is in fact only one of many ways to view the world.

Emily

My daughter is graduating from middle school (8th Grade) today. It is hard to believe that she is already that old. I remember when she was just a little sparkle of joy running around with her piggytails sticking straight up when we lived in San Francisco. It is so strange to have a teenager now who sometimes acts like the 2 year old I remember, and sometimes acts like such a delightful and funny young woman. She makes me madder than anyone in the world, makes me laugh harder than anyone else does, brings me sadness and joy, and fills up our lives with DRAMA.

Star Wars

"Hey Mama"....this is Yoda, this is Darth Vader, and these are the Storm Troopeders"

Jackson

Jackson comes to visit me often in the infant room. On this day he brings me the 5th in a series of pictures he has been drawing for me of a swirly cake and hearts. I show him that I am putting it with the others he has brought and he comments that it, "looks like a book". "Yes it does", I agree. "Hold on", he says. "I need to go STAMPLE it". Off he runs and returns with the pages neatly stapled together.