We Skyped today, and it was so wonderful to hear your voice, and see glimpses of you. I say glimpses, because video Skyping never quite works out for us. That's okay. I'd so much rather hear your voice than see you. I can look at pictures you take and see you and your new surroundings. After we finished talking, I was sad. There are so many things I want to say, but I feel that they're so trivial, I don't want to waste our precious few minutes talking about them. This besides the fact that I'm admittedly the world's worst phone conversationalist. I mulled over it for several hours and decided I would start a blog for you. It will be all the silly, stupid, mundane things that we would share if you were still living at home, but things I can't bear sacrificing our time for in our short conversations together. If you don't have time to read them, I won't be hurt. It's only the (mostly) insignificant things that won't change your life had you never known them, but are things that I think you might like to know. Maybe they are things that will comfort you when you feel lonely and homesick.
Maddie has finally made friends with the next-door neighbor girls. They are two sisters (11 and 13, I think). Their names are Addison (Addie) and Skye. They seem so sweet, and have been here 3-4 times in the past week. They rang the doorbell last weekend and invited Maddie to play catch. I thought I heard Maddie say no to their invitation, but Dad said she agreed. They came over here and hung out with her for a couple of hours after that. I can't begin to describe how thrilled I am with this! She really seems to like them, and they really seem to enjoy hanging out with her. She will even go play with Bella in the front yard, waiting for them to get home from school. The only down-side, I guess, is that this is a combined family, and every other week, they are with their mom, and away from the house next door. Maybe that's a good thing. It might keep her from friend-overload, and give her some time to just chill at home without the pressure of friends. The thought of that makes me laugh. All of us (besides Dad, I think) crave that alone time.
Boomie is getting thinner by the day on his green bean diet. I looked at him last week and decided that, at last, his head didn't look freakishly tiny compared to his body. He looks almost completely proportional. Aunt Cindy told me that Maggie got so skinny they had to start feeding her more. I know that would so hurt Boomie's feelings. Haha!!
Speaking of Aunt Cindy, she and Morgan came to visit last week. A good friend of Morgan's from high school got married last Saturday. Aunt Cindy said she decided to make the trip here with Morgan because: #1, she doesn't need much of an excuse to come visit her OK family, and #2, Morgan had only $16 in her bank account, so didn't even have enough money to pay for gas to get here. We had a good laugh about that. Morgan stayed in Brooke's room, since Brooke hadn't yet moved back home, and Aunt Cindy stayed in your room. I went in and straightened your room before they got here. I haven't really been in your room, except to rummage through your closet to see if there was anything I'd like to wear (Brooke has done the same :) ), but I got most everything thrown away, put in your closet, or organized before they got here. It made me sad, but I spent a lot of time thinking about you and feeling close to you while I hung out in your room. I thought about what you were doing, and thought about how quickly the time would pass before your mission trip would be over and you'd be home again. I looked at all your Christmas decorations and thought how quickly the year would pass and it would be appropriate for them to be out. I set up your Willow Tree nativity. I've already bought your set for this year. I can't wait for you to have it. I wanted to set it up, but decided I would rather you open it at Christmastime.
I have so many other things I can't wait to share, but will save it for another day. I'm just so glad I got to hear your voice today. I can't wait to talk to you again on Sunday.
I love you so much, Baby,
Mom
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