Two Red Lines

the end

Violet surrounded by her friends at her birthday party.  Remind me never to invite that many 5 year olds to my house.....

 

 

So this is my last post.  I am closing up shop after 5 plus years.  I started this blog when Vi was but a pea in my belly, a time when I had so much to say and no one around except for Andrew that I really wanted to say it to. Anymore I don't get here to tell you about our lives and then I feel guilty, rushed and so on.... I want to devote more time to documenting Violet's life on paper, with her art and her words.  I am going to continue to take pictures so I opened a Flickr site so that you can see pictures of things that are important to me including Violet when she holds still long enough for me to get a photograph.  And if I ever decide that blogging is an avenue I want to pursue again you will be the first to know.  

Thanks for coming here to read my words.  It has meant very much to me.  I will leave you with a short story.

Violet appeared at my bedside early this morning at 4:30AM.  She, I don't want to cuddle with my dog anymore, I am too shy.  Me, Okay Violet.  Why don't you put the dog on the floor by your bed and cuddle with another animal?  Did I really think that was going to work?   

She, But Mom, I don't want to cuddle with another animal I want to cuddle with you.  

Me, Okay babe.  I'll be right there.

five

My little girl turns 5 tomorrow.  When I came home today there was a small wrapped package on the side of my bed.  Andrew said, I got you a little something.  Unwrapped, they were several single serving Nutella pouches. Violet had issue with the fact that I got a present so I started in about five years ago when we, errr I, was working really hard to extract her from my belly.  I deserve Nutella.   

So five years.  That is a long time.  Tonight she sits at the table placing careful pencil letters on paper. Her hair streams down her back.  Her feelings are big. Loud. She is thoughtful and self centered.  Strong willed, caring.  She is smart.  She is a dancer.  She is absolutely not getting chewing with her mouth closed!!  

Mostly I am so so glad that I know her.  She makes me laugh, cry, love, worry and hope.  She is my night and my day.  

We finish off the night with, Sorry I got banana stuff on you mom.  

Tomorrow we celebrate the little puck.  And everything she is to us.