Piper tucked this note into her Sissy’s lunchbox yesterday.
Translation: Piper loves Isabelle.
And she does.
Piper asked me to dictate a letter to Sissy this afternoon. We dropped her off at a wilderness camp in the mountains this morning, and we’re all missing her something fierce. It’s been almost three whole hours.
I miss you. I’m sorry I stabbed you with the pool cue yesterday. I was just having fun. I know you didn’t like it. I hope you aren’t still mad at me and I hope you bring me something fun from camp. Like a stuffed animal. Or a snow globe. Mom said they probably don’t have snow globes at camp, but I hope she’s wrong. I really want a snow globe.
Also, Mom keeps crying. I think she wants a snow globe, too.
Sissy is guest blogging today! Here she is:
During lunch yesterday, Piper made this “very ‘aportant” announcement:
“Okay, everyone. See what I’m saying? After lunch, I will be presenting a lalaloopsy play or show. If you need to go to the bathroom, there’s potty breaks. The show is called ‘My Dream’ because me, Piper, dreamed it. I always wanted a lalaloopsy dream, and now I have one! There will be some sad parts, so stick with me. It will be fad-u-lous! Make sure to come!”
Piper promised a show in the afternoon. After a quick trip to the mall and then dinner, she informed us that the title of the show had miraculously changed to “The Five Little Fairies” and that the lalaloopsies were no longer the stars of the show. A lot can change in 4 hours. But when I reminded her of the show thirty minutes later, she replied in her sassiest voice, “Sissy, after this game! We only have three pigs left!” I didn’t ask her what that meant.
I finally got a five minute play out of her, but then there was yet another distraction. A dance party with Daddy sounded so much more fun.
“What happened to the play?” I asked Piper. “I’ve been waiting all day for the show.”
“Show? What show? We need you at the Dance Party! We can’t sing Firework!” she responded.
Apparently, the show must NOT go on.
Gratitude is a funny thing. It creeps up on you. It can make you weepy.
Tonight at dinner we were imagining what we’d do if no one told us what to do anymore. If you could plan one whole day without responsibilities, how would you spend it? We’ve been having authority problems, you see. It was just a question to start a conversation. I said I’d write more, sleep more, and probably never cook again. My partner wants to go to guitar stores and be that guy who plays every single guitar and never buys a thing. Sissy wants more time to read and to go to Ikea twice a day for more organizational supplies. I tell you, we dream big around here. Piper’s answer? “I’d just want to be with my Sissy. That’s all.”
And it’s enough.