I think that this is the most beautiful house I have ever seen. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to live there. And wear sun dresses and hats. Every time I drive by it I say, “There’s my house!” Julia says she’ll buy it for me when she becomes a rock star.
“And I’ll give you twenty dollars, Mom. Every day.”
She intends to build her own house in our backyard by adding on to her play set. It already has a roof, you know.
This morning, I held Dave’s face in my hands, looked deep into his eyes and asked him to read my mind. Which he did. Quite accurately. This either means he’s telepathic or I’m hopelessly predictable. Dave thinks it’s because we’re soulmates, connected by our hearts and, therefore, able to communicate without words.
Sometimes Dave is like a girl.
But he is my soulmate, I guess. (Why do I hate that word so much?) Because he loves me even when I’m calling him a girl. (I’m not always good at receiving love. I probably need therapy for this. Or just a little bit of alcohol.)
“I saw the saddest video today”
“Yeah, I would show you but I think you would cry. It reminds me of us though.”
“Okay. Now you have to show me. Geez.”
“You would do that for me.”
“Sorry. But you knew you would cry…”
“Well, you can’t tell me about a video and then NOT show me the video.”
“I was thinking about a video idea while the girls and I were on our walk…how it’d be cool to make a short video…of our family walking on the trail….next to the highway…you just see us from behind….and then, a single car on the freeway pulls over…”
“And we rush up the hill toward it…to reveal…WE ARE ZOMBIES! AHHHHHH!”
“I was so thinking you were going somewhere else with that.”
“Instead of the Grimmetts, we could be the Zombetts. Oh oh, that could be good! A web series…about a zombie family just trying to make it in the world today.”
“I would totally be in with that. Have me trying to teach Julia how to play T-Ball and lose an arm…”
“We could call it Undead Living. It could be awesome.”
Tomorrow, Lucy will be three years old. And on Sunday, we’ll party like Lucy just turned three years old.
So today, I will begin baking and building her cake. The last time I made a cake of this size it was for Julia and it took me sixteen hours. Call me crazy, but I’ve been looking forward to making this cake for weeks.
If you clicked that link about the cake up there, you may have noticed I got a lot more comments back in those days. (I happened to check my blog statistics the other night. I should never check my blog statistics.) In fact, my blog traffic had a trend of doubling with each successive year since I started writing here…until last year, around this time. At first, I walked around crying and calling out, “WHY?!?!?! Oh, why!?!?!?!?”
I think I know why. And more on that later, maybe. But for now, if you’re still with me, I want to say THANK YOU. Thank you for being here and reading what I write. Thank you for being a part of this story I’m telling, because believe it or not, you are a part of it. It’s more important to me than I may have shown this past year. You are more important to me than I may have shown this past year.
Phoebe is probably the happiest kid I have ever met in my life.
Sometimes, I think I have a whole lot more than I deserve.
*The song in my heart today.