Friday

As I turned out the light and tucked Jack into bed tonight, I looked up and saw the stars Emily had painted on the ceiling. Oh, the stars are beautiful tonight, I said. Jack, playing along, said "Yes. And look: the Big Dipper is out! .... And I think I see Orion's Belt over there...." I pointed out the stars that kind of looked like his initials. And he said, "And, look, there's a shooting star!"

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While I was making her lunch, Kate drew pictures. She showed them to me, and then explained, "It's me and you because we're home together."