-a running partner whose nice husband was willing to watch my two still-jammied kids for an hour so we could run the lake first thing this morning and who cooked us up egg-white omelets and toast when we came back in the door.
-the girls spending nearly an hour cozied up in Annie's bed, reading to each other.
-my parents coming over for lunch, then all walking to get ice cream at Jersey Junction after.
-Jemma riding her new, big-girl bike with training wheels all around the town.
-sunshine and sixty-degree-temperatures this afternoon, allowing the kids to run wild with neighbors right up until dinnertime.
-windows open, birds chirping as I lie in bed typing this.
-Jemma's newfound love of skipping, which she does literally any time she needs to get from A to B.
-a stack of delicious books on the nightstand right now, including Tina Fey's new memoir, Bossypants, my favorite chapter of which so far has been the one about her father and which includes this excerpt:
"How can I give (my daughter) what Don Fey gave me? The gift of anxiety. The fear of getting in trouble. The knowledge that while you are loved, you are not above the law . . . When I was a kid there was a TV interstitial during Saturday morning cartoons with a song that went like this: 'The most important person in the whole wide world is you, and you hardly even know you. / You're the most important person!' Is this not the absolute worst thing you could instill in a child? They're the most important person? In the world? That's what they already think. You need to teach them the opposite. They need to be a little afraid of what will happen if they lose the top of their Grizzly Adams thermos."
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