Grace and I have a wonderful visit with Hadley & family
Whit’s exercise pants consumed his attention and affection.
I read more of the Twilight books and Everyone is Beautiful by Katherine Center.
Had a conversation with the children about their dreams. Grace described wanting to be sure the world had food, and the ways she could volunteer to help that (all hail the Pleaser Child). Whit had a two word answer to “What is your dream?”: “racing cars.”
I posted my thoughts on fragility and danger and about my instinctive unwillingness to parent in a way that is hamstrung by awareness of them. Later that same day, Whit went to the ER in an ambulance with an anaphylactic reaction to a chocolate Easter egg I’d given him. I try to be attuned to the universe’s messages, but I guess I had been doing a bad job, since it apparently felt I needed this unusually loud and neon message. Not super fun.
Grace went to Florida with her grandparents.