The Well of Mother-Hunger

As the car drove up the driveway late Saturday night, Sunshine shouted, “They’re here!  They’re here!”  She and Ladybug ran out to meet them and greeted Dimples with big hugs.  She came right into my arms with a smile on her face and I squeezed her tight.

The girls hurried her up to their room where they revealed that she gets the special bed – and that I bought her a clock of her very own.  She was sweet and just the tiniest bit shy.

A Different Kind of Vacation

To everyone who prayed, thank you.  My time with Dimples was sweet and relaxed.  As we said our goodbyes, I hugged her close and said, “Let me ask you, how was last week?”  She nodded, “Good.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes.”

“Are you excited about this week and about going camping with Miss Neely and her family?”

She nodded again.

“Is this better for you than being at the beach?”

With My Girl

Russ and the little boys drove me to the dock yesterday, where I walked on the ferry with the crowd of pedestrians, together with cyclists in shiny, bright outfits and their expensive bikes. Russ had loaned me his nice day pack, so I felt just a bit spiffy myself.  Earlier in the afternoon I had packed it with my laptop and all that I needed for an overnight stay at Kathleen’s.  It was odd, and rather nice, to be alone on the ferry, reading my book, and watching the distance between Whidbey Island and Mukilteo grow smaller.  It’s a short trip, only 15 minutes or so, and when I walked off the boat, Kathleen was waiting for me.

Noah, Samuel, and Isaiah are joining us on Whidbey Island, and they were en route to Seattle with Dimples.