I swear I didn’t ask her to pose at all.
She started school this week, and time feels like I’m trying to pick out the scenery when I’m sitting in a convertible with the top down at 80 mph.
Oh well, I guess I can enjoy the wind in my hair.
Amaya asked me to make her pancakes, after I was on that wretched diet.
I dropped in some freeze dried strawberry pieces (especially the little powdery pieces at the bottom of the bag that aren’t good for snacking) and chocolate chips.
She said, “Oh! It’s like we can have a real breakfast again! We haven’t had a real breakfast in a LOoooooooNG time!”
Three weeks is eternity to a 5 year old. 5 years is a blink of the eye to a 30 year old. Now that is a cosmic joke.
