These fall days are achingly perfect lately- achingly only in that we are so very aware that we won’t be feeling the sun on our skin for a LONG time soon- so when Beautiful Neighbor called and asked if I wanted to have some “porch time”, I had to say yes. It’s, like, the law. MUST. SIT. OUTSIDE. AND. ENJOY.
When I finished putting the big girls to bed, and went downstairs to tell David I was heading to the neighbor’s for a little while. What I found was this scene:
The dining room was cheerily lit, with our new (old!) table in the middle of the room, 8 chairs around it. Sitting together on one side, in the middle of that long table, was David and Marin. Marin was wearing a purple night gown and her bare legs were swinging as she was earnestly telling him something, and he was beaming love darts from every pore at her, intently listening. In front of Marin was a jelly jar of milk and some apple slices. David also had a glass of milk and a piece of pie, which he was sharing with Marin.
Now, Marin should have been in bed- or at the very least upstairs looking at books- but for whatever reason, she was downstairs having a small feast with her daddy. She naps very late (from 2-5 or longer!), so we don’t expect her to zonk out at 8pm on the nose. But the fact that she can convince her daddy to cut up some fruit, pore her a drink, and spoon feed her pie when she’s supposed to be upstairs reading quietly?
Proof that she is, indeed, the family pet.