March 2010

I was rushing my daughter Louisiana out the door so she wouldn’t miss her bus this morning when she said, “Wait! I’m forgetting my lunch!”

I looked inside the open brown paper bag on the kitchen counter. A bottle of water. That was it. That was as far as I gotten last night before I told myself I’d get up a little bit early to finish making her lunch.

Now that it’s been warmish all week, I promised my girls we’d go up in the attic and dig out their summer clothes.

For seven-year-old Evangeline, going up in the attic for clothes is like going on an in-house shopping spree, thanks to hand-me-downs from her big sister and older girl cousins. Pull it brand-new off a rack or broken in out of a storage box, it’s all the same to Evie. And if it’s pink or sparkly, well, what could be better!