lit­tle memories

--December 29th, 2006--

So as we’re putting them to bed (I am ashamed to say we still sing to Avery every night before she goes to sleep; my New Year’s res­o­lu­tion is to put a plan in effect to phase out the rit­ual before she goes to col­lege). Avery says, “Last night, Annabelle tried to sing the whole of all the songs to me and she doesn’t know all the words.” “Avery!” I exclaimed. “How many of the words to [try­ing des­per­ately to think of some­thing she might have heard occa­sion­ally but not all the time] ‘Dreidl, dreidl, dreidl,’ do you know?” “Well [she says defen­sively], ‘dreidl, dreidl, dreidl…’” Explo­sions of laugh­ter as it’s clear this is as far as her mem­ory goes!

Annabelle chimes in, “I’m pretty good with your night­time songs. I’ve heard them enough. ‘Over in Kil­lar­ney…’” I thought of the dozens of sleep­overs at our house, and Annabelle’s house, over the seven or so years that they have been friends. I remem­ber that this pic­ture was taken at the Easter just after Annabelle turned four: we have always spent Easter dye­ing eggs with Annabelle, just as Avery has spent every Han­nukah light­ing can­dles and play­ing dreidl, and Annabelle has come to dec­o­rate our Christ­mas tree, and we have come to Passover din­ner (where the mat­zoh ball soup includes aspara­gus, lucky us).

John and I just looked at each other over their heads and wished simul­ta­ne­ously for them to stay for­ever as happy as they are tonight, to be as pro­tected, and to have each other to turn to, gig­gling, when­ever the need might arise…

Print This Post Print This Post

No comments yet

Leave a Reply:

Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.

*these fields are required