my sister* is getting hitched come saturday, and we're a-flurry with preparations of the best sort. i've bits of dress-altering to finish up, plus loads of packing and optional baking, but just one more sleep and we truck out for some Fine Times Indeed.
[the minute i finished festooning elle's flower girl dress she paraded the length of the house in search of compliments, but the most eleven-year-old zee could manage was, eh. you're decent.]
little m began speech therapy yesterday, where he roundly ignored his therapist's requests and spent the entire session doing as he wished. it was not the most productive of ventures, but it was kind of nice not to be the only authority figure ignored in the room. i suspect we'll have a good weekend though, as he adores parties and sweets and people who are not mom, and the next string of days should be big on all counts.
and outside the leaves rattle like glass in the trees and split beneath our sneaker treads and who knew death could smell so dry and sweet?
and inside we are still learning how to navigate life with our smallest child, how to view each other with tenderness, how to practice mercy when we're defied and disregarded at every turn. [that last bit is the very hardest for me, but God keeps stacking my hours with opportunities to learn it. yay, right?]
hope your week is poured full of your favorite folk. see y'all on the other side.
*so technically she’s the mister’s sister, but whatever. she’s mine.
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