Far, far away

Rotary Park

Hi, Babe.
I was writing here, because I didn't know if you would call tonight, and I wanted to keep my promise. We had a grand day today. After a great afternoon with Lakesia, I spent the rest of the sunlight hours with Jacob in the park. Here are a few shots from our adventures. Just look at those blue skies. The bub was so excited to play with the things that your mom and dad sent him, so he dug in the dirt and buried the frog, then would act like he'd just gotten the present for the first time when he dug it up again.


There's the frog--or its leg at least. He told everyone in the park that it was real, and kept whispering to me, "Mommy, tell them it's a real frog, okay?" He would lay in on a rock in the grass and call a kid over, "Hey! Look what I found!"

He's still doing the whispery prayers about you coming home. Don't feel regretful about this, James. It's just a sign of his love. How extraordinary that you've earned that kind of affection, when even his biological father, who has known him his whole life, hasn't.

His behavior continues to improve, which I think is both a product of Welsh Hills and things settling down in his life.


This is what the trees look like: bit of red and yellow against the blue.


This is what Jacob looks like when he's opening presents and when he's at the park. We were dashing around, playing on everything. Where Jacob went, the frog went--usually first. Frog down slide. Jacob down slide. Frog on spinning thing. Jacob on spinning thing. Here he is turning the crank on the big gears. Frog in hand.





Guess what I'm doing here? Counting. As always when you're far, far away.

posted by Marlene @ 5:53 PM