I am crafting this post from a tent in my backyard. There is a monstrous mosquito clinging to the outside of the screen door. Nora is finally asleep beside me. A fire engine just went by, sirens blaring, and made the neighborhood dogs howl. She slept right through it.
Some lovely things I remember about childhood:
- sleeping in a tent
- eating watermelon outside
- getting a helium balloon
- having my face painted
- meeting someone’s (anyone’s) puppy
I am ecstatic to make these memories for Nora. Even if it means peeing in my own backyard. If you’ll excuse me…