In they run.
Loud. Happy. Fighting. Bored.
What can we do?
Where can we go?
That isn't my kind of juice.
That isn't my kind of snack.
Too often I forget that these moments are the best moments.
The very best moments in all the land.
I love the children.
The children in our neighborhood.
The children at the pool.
The children in the city.
I am thankful every single day for them.
Even on days when it seems like I yell non stop from 3:39 (when the bus departs)
until 9:00 PM when they all scamper to their homes.
My carpet is atrocious.
My cabinets are bare.
My wallet is empty.
These hot and sticky-
hungry and starving-
babies are the best kids ever.
I keep listening to this song over and over again tonight.
Although we are having the most wonderful Spring,
there is always a spot in our hearts that is empty without Shoshi.
Sending you lots of love Shoshi.
Lots and lots of love.