Little Faces

Hi.

I don't know what it is about these Iowan sidewalks, maybe I was simply used to the treadmill, but I just found my second blister.  It's a whopper!  I mean, it rivals the ones Jered gets during basketball. 

Instead of doing sprinting intervals, I tried to jog as long as I could without stopping to walk.  (I have horrid distance endurance.  So bad, that you may notice I didn't put "long distance" endurance- just distance.)  I didn't think it went to horribly.  I'll take that.  And so, for the past hour and a half, rather than jumping straight into the shower like I should have, I have been sitting in my own filth as I read up on old blogs I follow and posting pictures of this weekend.

I don't know why, but I always feel more complete if I have photos to share with you in my letters.  At the risk of sounding like Gaston, I just like like having pictures to go along with stories sometimes.  Especially, if it's me telling it.

Really, there's not much story to tell.  We finally took an opportunity to play host and hostess and had Molly, Lily, Jake, Nate, and Moses over for an afternoon/evening of sitting by the pool, adoring Lily, and for me at least, eating way too much.

 

Just look at those faces she gives when she looks at her mommy.  How precious is that?  One of my favorite things is when Molly asks Lily to tell her a story.  She usually obliges.  She coos and babbles and squeals and has the greatest facial expressions.

I may have shared this with you before- but I love seeing Jered around Lily.  Whenever she's in the room, I can see him just itching to hold her.  Both of us do, really, but it's more fun when you see it in the guy.  I brought out my camera the other day, and I have never seen Jered happier about having a camera in his hands before.  It was like he couldn't take enough pictures of her once he started.  Adorable.  You can't blame him.  Just look at that little face.

In a dream last night, I saw some other little faces that I love.  I dreamed that I went back to watch the boys from my nanny family.  I cried because I was so happy to see them and because the little one had grown so much.  Just look at them!  Aren't they dolls?  And they were so much fun to play and talk with.  I'll tell you what- they completely stole my heart over this last year.

 

 

 

 

 

Well, I had something else to write to you about, but I will wait until tomorrow maybe.  This girl is getting too emotional to keep writing.   So, until next time, have a lovely day.

Aim