may 15

just waking up & remembering

yesterday @ the rangoli workshop in sackville gardens, someone gave raph a lavender balloon & of course he was happy . . . & then it popped.  just before the tears came, I mentioned to him that that was what happened to balloons.  with a solemn face & those ancient eyes he said I know.

and then later when I brought elle & raph back to my hotel room, & we all laid on the bed with our boxes of take away watching music videos & the promise of the simpsons coming up in just 20 minutes, elle, like the wise mother she is, mentioned that it was time to go home & raph wailed from the marrow of his bones . . . who would want to go?  as she consoled him in the bathroom & prepared him for their departure, I could hear him cry, but I will miss her. . .

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[Elle]

It was nowhere near that romantic inside the bathroom, I tell you! But he really does love you. He might know more about love than we grown-ups ever will... He asked me this morning "If I'm a really good boy today please will you take me to see Kathe?", but in my wisdom (again!) I'd let him get over tired and we didn't quite make it.