Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Train Under Water

Coming out of a self-pity phase.
Keep meaning to write down all the funny things Ian says. "Looks like a coconut hit your head." And then, "Mama, you are so beautiful", when I am make-up-less and so very hairless. To be three!
Profound thoughts because I have so much time to think about things. Everything moves so slowly. It's like being stuck on BART forever, in the damn tunnel. I know it's going to move at some point, but the WAITING.
Grateful to be on pre-school pick-up this afternoon.

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