I know I usually write (these days) a post on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturdays, but I cannot take another moment of looking at the Little Prince and the image of the Eiffel Tower on my previous post. It's been a tough weekend for sure, because we are all reeling from the carnage in Paris and now worrying about the future. The terrorists have succeeded in bringing me to tears every time I allow myself (in my thoughts) to leave the safety I find in the world around me. So I will go back to last week.
For a moment, I am as tall as Norma Jean
Peter took a bunch of pictures of the two of us, and in this post you see that I suddenly realized I needed to change places with Norma Jean so I could be the same height as her. She is thinking that this might not be real, but as you can see I'm happy about it. I realize that with every passing year I'm shrinking in height, but for now, I'm standing tall!
Alicia and her toes
When I was Alicia's age, I could suck my toes, too. But you know, that was a LONG time ago. Isn't she cute? I had such a good time in Florida that I'm thinking I might not wait another year before heading back to where I could visit this adorable creature, her sister Lexie, their mother Allison, my own sister Norma Jean, and Peter the Chef who spoiled me with fabulous dishes every night.