dear Mikki and Katie…
we ended the very last days of summer with an expedition. okay…nothing the likes of Sacajawea and Lewis and Clark, but an adventure just the same. we camped. in a tent. all three of us. those of you who know me {mandy, amanda, mand, the girl who runs, the picture lady…} know that camping to me is the Motel 6 without a vending machine and chipped ice in the hall. {not that i don’t LOVE adventure…i just really love the advances of modern plumbing} granted, the last summer endeavor was in the safety of the front yard of a close friend…who had a toilet just in the house 10 feet away. we take baby steps and celebrate each one.
while laying awake in the tent as you both dreamed next to me, i realized you slept in the same position. hands behind the head on your back, with one leg out and one arm in, and you both told your secrets in your slumber and tossed violently to the chorus of loons on the lake. Miss Katie, you talked of fluffy kitties {not a shock} and why they chased toy mice….Mikki you mumbled worries about people you love {also…not a shock}. i cuddled Katie in as close as I could to my body…as close as you would let me…and stroked your hair and watched you smile and grimace and breath in rhythm with the waves.
crickets roared in the background, an audience for your beauty and awkward perfection.
this summer has gone so fast. teeth have been lost, the potty training has been conquered with no more diapers or pull ups or accidents in sight. i have been too busy to notice the rapid growth of grass stained feet.
i have not been to busy to notice your amazingness…your perceptive glances…your laughter.
all my love darlings,
p.s. daily mantra: “i find imperfection the most interesting thing about a person” {unknown}
by amanda.b.
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