I made waffles and we ate them with butter and maple syrup.
It was blustery. The kind of day that would make Piglet's ears stream straight back behind him.
We made a wet leaf pile and Essie and Isla jumped in. Essie's jumps were hesitant. She's grown so much. I think she remembers leaf piles being much bigger and softer. She tried her first leaf angel. It worked okay, but not as good as it does with snow. Isla learned the importance of keeping your mouth closed when getting buried in leaves.
Then she put on some beautiful music and Isla came out, in a shimmery- perfection pink tutu, just inherited from her cousin Emily, and danced the sweetest dance.
I begged them to pause the show so we could invite Ian. I ran and got the laptop and called him on the phone.
"Want to come to our circus?" I asked him. "Sure," he said.
I carried the laptop upstairs and sat down in the chair they put for me in the hall, put the computer in my lap and waited for Ian to call us on Skype. He called. I answered and the show began anew.
There were a few technical difficulties, mostly in the form of skipping music when Isla jumped too high and stomped too heavy. Ian loved it. But I'm sure it was also killing him to not be here.
the same music in the car, and Isla said,
"When I hear this happy music I feel like daddy is with me. "
"He is with us," Esther said.
"He's in our hearts."
Mommy bliss, again. The achey, raw kind.
"When I get bigger and I am a rock singer," Isla said, "I'm going to write a song about Daddy."
"What a great idea, Isla."
What a great idea.