Yesterday I spent an hour on the phone tutoring my brother Thomas on math. I told him about the concept of pi, and discovered that he is on the third grade Bob Jones math book, which is the exact same book that I learned from and in which I doodled mustaches. (The theme of the third grade book is ships; hence the title of the post, which I was going to use anyway, but this was a nice tie-in.)
I've been wondering all week which shoes to wear to a wedding on Saturday. Traditionally I wear my purple silk dress to weddings and on my birthday, but since I was great with child during my last birthday I couldn't wear it. One night earlier this week Michael caught me trying on clothes in the closet. 'I'm trying to decide what to wear to the wedding,' I explained, to which he pointed out that the wedding wasn't until Saturday. But still!
Presents for Jane continue to trickle in, and it's so exciting to open them and get all happy for our baby all over again. It reminds me a bit of our wedding, when I was writing thank-you notes for months afterwards, because I tried to open the gifts a few at a time so I could savour them properly. It worked: to this day I remember each friend who gave me each gift whenever I use it. I hope I'll have such happy memories of generous friends each time I put Jane in the stroller or dress her in a particular outfit. 'I've written off the last thank-you note!' I told Michael triumphantly last week. 'No, you just caught up. It's a temporary condition.'
'Good news!' I announced happily last night. 'I figured out which skirt and sandals I'm going to wear to the wedding. Now I just need to decide on a blouse.'
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
I was going to post, "If you fit into your purple dress already, I'm going to kill myself." But whew! You are wearing something else to the wedding.
I often say a little prayer for the giver when I use something we received for a wedding gift or put something on Ben. Isn't it fun to be able to remember who gave you what? That's why I loved late wedding gifts. Our last one came after Ben was born with apologies for missing the year cut-off! But I'll never forget it nor the person who gave it to us.-rlr
Post a Comment