Yesterday for Mother's Day Beth had made a craft flower with chores written on the petals. She was so keen and adamant that she would do these chores to help Luisa. She is a  good girl, a kind and loving child who really wants to bring happiness to people.

Arbour amore

Today I noticed how beautiful our words for trees are.

Alder, oak, beech, hickory, mesquite, pecan, maple, cherry, apple, plum...

I think that the beauty of trees themselves must have inspired people to name them in a special way.

Luisa and I talk about having another child sometimes, I'd really like that. It is actually quite difficult to draw the line at where to stop. On one hand I don't want to be 60 when my youngest is only just out of high school, but on the other hand what wonderful boy or girl will I never know because of this decision? I'm not sure how to think about this. Sometimes I think it would be just better to keep having as many kids as we can and then just deal with the consequences!

Amazing how much I love my girls.

Grand John is one of the last truly selfless people I know.

Dinner stories

What is really lovely is that now that Beth is old enough to sit at the table for dinner we almost always eat together now. (Poppy is still in her high chair and goes to bed before we eat.) But the really beautiful thing Beth does is always ask for me to tell her stories. At first she wanted fantastical imaginings. But now it’s true stories she wants to hear. It’s hard to keep on thinking of ones that she hasn’t heard before, but I try, and it’s good because it sort of airs out the memory, gives my brain a bit of a dusting. I love that she is so interested in life and is learning about things through me. It’s wonderful. Lately her favourite story, she has asked me to repeat it a few nights in a row, is the one where I was on a cub camp and hallucinated while inflating my air mattress. I think she is fascinated by how our reality is formed and how it can change. Beth is so clever, and so incredibly kind and loving.

Ok Go

I’ve been waiting for months, waiting for years, waiting for you to change. Aw, but there ain’t much that’s dumber, there ain’t much that’s dumber than pinning your hopes on a change in another. And I, yeah I still need you, but what good’s that gonna do? Needing is one thing, and getting gettings another. So I been sitting around, wasting my time, wondering what you been doing. Aw, and it ain’t real forgiving, it ain’t real forgiving sitting here picturing someone else living. And I, yeah I still need you, but what good’s that gonna do? Needing is one thing, and getting gettings another. I’ve been hoping for months, hoping for years, hoping I might forget. Aw, but it don’t get much dumber, it don’t get much dumber than trying to forget a girl when you love her. And I, yeah I still need you, but what good’s that gonna do? Needing is one thing, and getting gettings another.