When Arielle was 2 I would talk to her as if she understood. Her vocabulary flourshed. Later I would tell her stories and have her fill in details of names and places.
Today we share stories where we take turns with the story line. I created my character and she hers. Mine being human and her's being dragon.
I pray for imagination to keep my end up.
Arielle finds the joy of the Pink Panther. I never really knew why anyone much less myself enjoyed the Pink Panther cartoons.
Sometimes clever and mostly not the Pink guy allows me to rewrite my childhood in a brighter light. I felt a great joy watching the Pink Panther while waiting for Speed Racer.
We'll have to wait and see what this influence has on our part-time angle.
I'm making tortillas. Is this cooking or baking? Not my first batch but I hope make them better than my last.
Arielle draws everyday. I forget to notice every wonderful piece of art she makes. I take it for granted.
She's gone from asking to telling mother she will be famous. I tell her success comes from loving what your doing. Everything else will take care of itself.
This week seemed endless. Hard work for one and all made time slow with the sorrow left from last weeks loss. Thankful for our health and eachother.
Halloween still holds an inocent magic. I hope I get some chocolate before Arielle and Mom give away all the good stuff.
Lori and I enjoy An American in Paris hyped up on chocolate from the nights cash. I ask myself how I know the songs.
