But overall, it's been a good week. I received an entertaining Yiddish primer in the mail and some very necessary encouragement and support regarding facing crowds, cheered my puzzlers on in their puzzling pursuits, and even convinced my picky, picky eater to like 'worms' (shredded Brussels sprouts).
But what I want to write about is my girl. In the last month, we have had two dates, and I need to record and remember how important these are to our relationship. We need to do this regularly.
Maggie uses her lips to speak in a way I have never seen in another person. I don't notice this usually. But when it's just the two of us, and she's telling me about school or reminding me of an event in a book we know, I notice how her jaws make them rotate around the circumference of her words.
When she shares a memory or an event, her eyes shine. They widen with excitement. That, with the mouth movement present a charmingly animated physiognomy.
She and I love ice cream. On our date earlier this month, we ate ice cream before lunch (because we crazy like that). On our date this week, we stayed up extra late to indulge. Coffee for me, chocolate-chocolate chip for her.
Hamburgers, too. With cheese. Not cheeseburgers (holding two hands out vertically, palms out, fingers straight on the left hand, slightly curved on the right); hamburgers with cheese.
On our first date, we went to the bookstore, parked ourselves on the floor of the children's section and read every book she brought me. We read until my tailbone was sore, and I could barely stand. And then we took Stuck home. It's a great one. The Dark was a runner up. It's an odd and fabulous book about a child confronting his fear of the dark. Check it out.
On our second date, we went to Disney on Ice, which is so not my cup of tea (crowds), but you know what? when your daughter turns to you five minutes in and says, "I like this!" it makes it worthwhile. Even if you have to answer, "Where is Woody?" 500 times in the second act.
And when we walked back to the Metro, hand in hand, we had this exchange:
I love my mommy.And so I am thankful.
I love my Maggie.
I like my mommy.
I like my Maggie.
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