Lu to our friend in Richmond:
“Brett did you know that boys have sticks coming out from their butts?”
(Photo: this afternoon, in Richmond VA)
… and I am nervous.
Please God I want to raise my daughter.
Good morning from #starbucks.
Lu helped pull my dress zipper up. We have her school orientation this afternoon.
Is this reality? Or a dream? Did she grow up this much? Someone wake me up. These are not tears. They’re just watery eyes.
I love her so much.
In a ground floor Brooklyn apartment a bit south of Park Slope in New York, on an otherwise uneventful breezy summer day, I stood in front of the mirror, veiled.
Then I removed my veil.
And I went out, slowly strolling down the shady sidewalk, and all I could feel, was how beautifully the breeze caressed my neck, how loosely my hair touched my shoulders, moved when I moved and sometimes synced with the gentle wind.
I walked to the subway station, gladly blending in the crowds, unnoticed. I saw my friends and professors at the university, but no one recognized me. They gave me a simple glance you’d give any stranger, and kept going. But it was me, the actual person inside the veil passing by them in the hallway, the person they had known for years, but not yet met.
I kept my veil in my purse that day, and for some years afterwards.
I felt happy, free to be me. And I still feel the same way…
We opened the front door and found a box from Lebanon properly placed on the doormat.
We never get anything from Lebanon!
It was full of Lebanese goodies and addressed for Lu. It also had a sentimental handwritten note which I am supposed to read for her until she goes to school, then she can read it by herself.
Thanks Sister! We love you, and now all the blog readers love you too.
Lu (while tying her shoes to go to school): mama, when I grow up and I have a child can I bring my child with us to the picnic to the lake?
Me: of course!
(And my mind is going ‘oh she loves the routine and wants it to stay forever’. My mind also ignored the fact that she is already thinking about having children.) #happiness