Vacation begins with a migraine. The car finally packed, a migraine. I hunker down. Then, Myra wails all night. Blankie. Lost. We move the howling to the foot of our bed and hunker down.
"Mom, you're doing a great job," Jane says.
"No, really," she says. "I'm not the only one who thinks so."
I laugh and laugh. Peals of love roll between us. A great job. Something like triumph rises after all.
5543. Mom throws the annual summer birthday barbecue. Cerissa, Jesse, me, it's a moment to see ourselves through the eyes of those who respect us.
5544. Tuesday girls and Olivia comes.
5545. Three books on braids.
5546. A bagful match cars and planes.
5547. Jane and Lu stack and organize fabric for projects.
5548. A neighbor sells us a sewing desk for Janie.
5549. We have a weekend at the lake with Pete, Rose, her parents, and a passel of family. A carnival of family and water play, we grow brown-faced from the sun, cheeks pink. Cheesecake before bed, and sleep finds us bone-weary with play.
5550. I feel the baby move.
5551. Triumph rises.
**Credit to my momma for the pics. Thanks.