Ode to Michelle

Rose to my reflection

Brown eyes grey, faded like floorboards layered with time’s residue

I’d embrace it but for you 

Do you still hear the soft wings of fireflies flapping against a glass jar?

See the stars?

Think of me when it was before we wondered who we are?

Laughter bubbling from the yard yonder, 

Secrets hidden in a locked metal box beyond the fence

But grass rising up to meet us, chins raised to the black night

Toes in grass,

Limbs skinned, knobby knees

We lay beneath the trees

You’re coming back to me

With the memories 

Long term intact

I see you even as yesterday I forget 

Rose to my reflection 

I'm an expert

bow and arrow girl.

We went for a hike on Sunday. Stella pet every dog and threw to others. She saw a two-toned dog and wrapped her arm around my neck and said "that one looks exactly like my favorite cheese."

Find yourself

"Whenever you cough in class you ask the teacher if you can get a drink and poof you find yourself at the water fountain"

Always be a warrier

Tonight while holding a pot top as a shield, Stella told me that at school she doesn't get to be a Macabee the girls are always the Kings wives and she wants to be a Macabee. Lol her teachers are awesome so we emailed them and the mistake will be corrected! No 'one of the wives' for this one. It's only good to be the wife when it's truly good to be the wife. But always be the warrior.

Word of the day

The fall leaves are out. I was driving Stella to Yavneh for Early Childhood breakfast and she said the trees are magnificent.

I said that should be the word of the day and we should try to use it again.

Hours later, I am tucking her into bed. I close the door- just before it closes "Mommy?" "Yes" She pointed her finger, arm straightened out to me "You're Magnificent"

Daddy...

I need to tell you something. It was a short night. I slept for 2 minutes and it was morning.