mozea is amazing. she is so smart. i can brag about this here because no one is reading this blog anyway, so it's not annoying.
she is so, so smart.
this, of course, is way too important to me, and i know i'll need deep inner healing sometime soon so that i don't need her to be smart, like my dad needed me to be smart, and thereby mess her up in the ways that i am messed up.
just let her be smart. or not smart. Lord have mercy.
either way, i know i'll love her beyond the sky.
she's my mozea river.
and she loves blue soup. and blue sandwiches. and blue dogs.
"mozie, what kind of soup are you making mama for breakfast?"
"blue soup, mama!"
sometime later in the day, "mozie, what do you want for lunch, sweetness?"
"ummmm....blue sanweech"
and sometime even later, "what color is that dog, mozie?"
"blue dog. i carry you, mama (translation: "carry me, mama")."
recently we made pine cone soup at the park and ate it under a big tree we call our "tent".
mozea came home later and pooped a very admirable poop in the toilet, and we all examined it.
the whole family was called in to give it a good look.
mozie said: "hooray! pine cone soup!"
yes, indeed.
making people is so beautiful. making mozea and ruah has been one of the best things i've ever done with my life. making them and then loving them. often i think about the success of my life, whatever that is anyway, and the only thing i really feel sure about is that my girls are the best gift to the world i could give. i don't mean that they are perfect or that obnoxiously they are"god's greatest gift to such-and-such", but i mean that there's nothing more precious or beautiful inside of me that i could offer than these beautiful girls, my babies, to the service of God in this world. i can think of nothing, absolutely nothing, better.
(sometime i shall write about giving birth to mozea at home.
it rocked.)
