Anonymous Deborah has asked for an update on the purse I made for my neighbor's daughter, the one I wasn't sure she would be allowed to have, lest purses were too "grown-up" for nine-year-old girls.
This is the card I received from the daughter:
At the same time, we received a card from the parents (click image to see bigger):
I got these shortly after returning home from Devon's visit to the doctor and after reading the head-swimmingly disturbing letter from Harper's school about head lice. I got rather choked up and told David, "I'm not used to being liked."
Devon, unfortunately, is still very ill. I had hoped that Monday would have been the end of the worst of it, but that was not to be. Though she is not dehydrated or having trouble breathing or exhibiting any other symptom that would send me scurrying back to the doctor, she feels awful and has no energy and is becoming sad and frustrated by feeling so lousy for so long. I'm grateful when she manages to fall asleep, which she does quite often:
But this is how she looks the rest of the time:
I did fall ill myself yesterday, and felt like holy hell all day, but I'm doing much better today, so I have no right to complain. But I won't feel completely well until Devon is smiling and running around my sewing room yelling, "HARPER! DON'T TOUCH MY BUTT!"