Many hours of deliberation. Factors to be weighed, opinions to read. A choice. The wait. Expectation. Naptime. The hiss of brakes. A thud at the door. “Perfect timing!” Dragging in heavy weights. Gathering tools. Blue Bell for fortitude. Instructions without words. Days worth of turning clockwise.  Anticipation. Completion.  “Good afternoon, mommy! Where are you?” “Oh mommy, a table and two chairs! One for Lexi and one for me! You found them!”
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read in 2016:
Paterson, The Great Gilly Hopkins
Sloan, Ajax Penumbra 1969
Mandel, Station Eleven
Elliot, Shadow of the Almighty
Shakespeare, As You Like It
Bolz-Weber, Accidental Saintsarchives:
::melts::
I bet they’ll enjoy ’em. I got that LeapPad table for Jay- definitely not as durable, but he seems to like it, and it’s easy to move. Isaac likes pulling the LeapPad off the table, so I guess they’re both enjoying it ;)
Aww! This was such a cute post.
I love them!
cuteness!
I love it! That is just the sweetest. Doesn’t it just melt your heart?
About the table and chairs: Yay! Perfection. Bigger than the old toddler-size Pottery Barn chairs?
About the entry: Every time I think I can write, I know I can come here and reconnect with my humility.