Yesterday was Bede's and my 10th wedding anniversary, but Bede was not in town to celebrate it. Last Friday, he flew to Canada after we learned that his mom was in the hospital after experiencing a heart attack. The prognosis changes by the day, but the fact is that she's eighty years old and has struggled with emphysema for years. It is hard.
Lucia is enjoying her new school. The teacher is great. The teacher emails me every day to tell me how Lucia is doing (and she does not have much of a break at
all), and if there are questions or concerns, we can talk about strategies. It is fortunate that this particular class is small, mellow, and kind. Homework is something new, and although Lucia did not go to an academic kindergarten, she is doing well with her homework. It's frustrating to her that she does not yet read with ease, but her progress thus far has given me the confidence to assure her that one day reading will be pleasurable. I help her prepare for spelling tests, but she does not need my help for math. How about that! Bede and I incorporated math in conversations in the hopes that Lucia would have a positive attitude toward it. I am requesting a gold star for each of the members of The House of Glee.
I lookforward to Bede's return. I miss him. We'll celebrate 10 years of marriage. I hope we get to share 55 more years
at least. Here is a photo of the House of Glee as we are now. Bede is almost 41 and still ruefully handsome. Lucia's toes are alive and wiggly. Here I am, too, 10 years older than when I got married, but finally back to my pre-pregnancy weight. The difference is that 10 years ago, I would have never worn 3 inch stiletto heels. Sometimes it is fun to wear foolish shoes.
