For true blue, why not skies?
One over the state of Wisconsin,
complemented by a bright blue truck;
two over Lake Michigan,
over a bright volley ball net,
and over a wedding ceremony,
which mysteriously was either about to take place,
or had already taken place,
although not a single soul was in the vicinity,
and another another containing a faint moon
and tiny airplane
over Washington, D.C.
I am feeling encouraged today. The apartment is a disaster, the girls have been loud and squirrely, making it difficult for the adults around here to communicate, and everything is teetering on the edge of potential frustration. Of course. Nevertheless, as a friend said to me last night: we are so close! I think we are actually going to leave tomorrow.
Esme lost her very first baby tooth today, our last day in D.C. I guess the tooth fairy knows where to find us tonight.