I have so much I want to show you.
And tell you.
I want to show you the Tweet I got from Jet Blue yesterday that was a thousand kinds of awesome -
And I want to show you these kinda fabulous pictures that I took on a walk one recent afternoon when the girls asked to come with me on their scooters and even though the walk was supposed to be all about me donning my very own Oxygen Mask, I had this awesome realization that doing stuff for me doesn’t have to be with only me and then we had sort of the best time ever doing stuff like this .. (By the way, I highly recommend really long run-on sentences. They’re so damn liberating.)
Racers take your positions!
Oops, we “fell”
Oh dear, I “fell” some more
When scootering by a house that has a discarded commode on their lawn awaiting pick-up, one finds an outstanding photo op
I’m told this was dancing
But most of all, I want to tell you about how different Brooke is lately. Like really, really different. I want to tell you how her language is changing and shattering its containing walls and spilling up and out and over and rushing like water through the streets right before our eyes.
I want to tell you how she’s suddenly using colloquialisms like “No way” and replacing “Yes, you would” with “Sure.”
I want to tell you how she’s been with us. Like really, really BEEN WITH US so much more than she hasn’t lately. I don’t even know if that was English, but I know you get it. She’s BEEN there. Ya know?
It’s not the stuff that makes the Progress Reports. It’s not remotely measurable. It ain’t gonna show up in the data that they so diligently take at school.
No, this is more the stuff of late night conversation with Luau.
“You see it too, right? She’s just – different. Right? She’s just been so – engaged. Right?”
It’s the moments with her sister. Laughing. At the same time. At the same thing.
It’s the moments like yesterday when I say to her, “You don’t want ice cream do you?” and she says, “Actually, I do. You were making a joke.”
And it’s even the heart-breaking times like last night after said ice cream when she loses it. When she can’t tell us why she’s crying; she just is. But when she comes to me in the throes of the whipping, stinging, swirling emotion, wraps her arms around my neck, nuzzles her wet little face into my cheek and says, “I need you.”
It’s just different.
That’s what I really wanted to tell you.
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