For now, I will say only that they have made me really Happy.
(PS - Making Toast. Heard of it? Well, it's getting raves, even from my favorite author. I'm here to tell you not to believe the hype. I made it half-way through, but I kept sighing and rolling my eyes and Cory finally told me to just. stop. reading it. The subject matter is sad, but that's not what bugged me. What bugged me was the style of the book -- the utter refusal to connect one thought to the next. And maybe he does teach writing at Harvard and maybe he is heaped to the brim with literary accolades, and I'm sure he's a wonderful man and I'm very sorry for his loss, but I have no choice but to dub his book Unhappy.)
1. Calvin came to Cory on Sunday after quiet time with a down-cast face, saying, "Daddy I'm sorry I didn't get you anything for Father's Day. Wait a minute! I'll be right back!" He ran to his desk and returned with this, about 20 seconds later.
2. Cory taped it to his side of the bed and it's still there.
My cheeks feel tight, my hair is in pigtails and I smell like a campfire. I'm at home for a couple of quiet hours, while Silas is purportedly winding down for a nap. I baked up some cookies while he performed a Broadway musical through the monitor, and the split second nap-time is over, we're outta here.
Happy - Happy - Happy.