Thursday, November 17, 2005
George played hoops against Michael Jordan last night.
Me? I took Chloe to ballet, cooked dinner, and tried to organize my studio.
Before I indulge in self-pity at my simple existence, there is nothing so cool as when my five-year-old begs and begs and begs for me to play Lego's. I finally relent and bend my creaky knees to get on the floor with her. She flashes her beautiful smile and says, "Mom, I really like playing with you."
Later, my heroic-basketball-playing man came to bed. I wrapped myself in his long limbs for warmth and mused, "do you think Michael Jordan wakes up with creaky joints?" Then drifted off to sleep.
I am so in love. With both of them.
Postscript: The photo is not my own. Click through the image or one of the links to see more of Tread's excellent work.
Posted by Dominique at 9:47 AM