Saturday, March 29, 2008
every saturday is mother's day
Well, after so enjoying today, I was told that every Saturday can be my holiday. Ok, I'll take that. It was so nice that on my first day of not teaching at night after 5 straight, Steve picked me tulips, mopped the floor, and made black bean soup and cornbread.
And at our after-dinner family campfire, Miel gave new meaning to "slide guitar." I already see her piercings and punker look, our little "jalapeno jelly," so sweet and spicy. And yes, that's her art above. She's discovered the splatter (and so have the curtains and walls).
As Miel napped on our favorite neighbor's tummy, I thought that everyone needs a 12-year-old family best friend.