Tuesday, June 21, 2016


This boy fell to sleep last night at 8:00 in the evening. (It was more of a crash really.) He was sound asleep on the couch before I could even offer dinner, before bedtime was even on the horizon, and before the sun even began to really set. (Yesterday was summer solstice.) 

And this morning he was up and dressed well before anyone else even thought of opening their eyes, with his bed made and his room straightened. He came into whisper to me that he was going to go outside and practicing juggling his soccer ball. (It was so early Ms. Rosalie hadn't even started working on her yard.) I love this kid. He's driven. He's independent. And somedays I have to pinch myself. I get to be his mother... 


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