COUNT TO 3: March 2011

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Jay plays her zither and sings along. Then she invites us all to sit down on the blanket in our living room and have cookies and nuts. Happy time.
I take a deep breath and enjoy the quietness. The evening breeze with scents of spring on my face and in my hair.
My back muscles are no longer tight. (I know my sleep tonight won't be either.)

Jay puts up another puppet show about Cinderella. Unlike in the traditional version she put up yesterday this time Cinderella dances with the Prince, the Gingerbreadman, the Ballerina and some other puppets placed over wooden spoon handles so Jay could hold them all. Her narration is great. I am amazed.
I see a bookmark stuck in another of Em’s thick books. We have an agreement about not starting a new book before Friday due to school tests this week… and apparently she couldn’t help herself but to read the first two pages. I can imagine her excitement about a great story so very well, that wonderful anticipation.
There are stories residing within me. I just don’t have the time and the energy to let them out. But it is all fine because I know they are there, waiting for more attention.

A bouquet for Mommy!

A tiny gift of sisterly love!

Good night to all lovely Dolls!

For a short and blissful moment I was listening to a professional team and learnt from the experts.
Lunch on the table and all costumes taken care of. I am grateful. Mom knows.
I love how smooth stretched fresh sheets feel.

A strong wind in my face with snowflakes landing on my glasses.
My friend has the answers to all my questions. She has my whole life figured out. We laugh.
The lady at the local library is kind and always able to suggest a good book. My reading list is a whole lot longer because of her.

A box with a pink label attracts my attention. I buy two. Rose Bud Tea. I can’t wait to try it.
She looks at herself in the mirror, enchanted. My pink fairy.
I listen to the sweet melody of the lady’s pronunciation. And I know exactly where she’s from.