What do you get the special artist in your life that has everything?
It’s fall again. The political signs came out, and went away again. And it’s that one week in Greensboro I love the most: the leaves are amazing. My mom taught me to appreciate color, and I know I am annoying my kids because of it, pointing out some of these things we see driving to and from school each day.
It also means fighting the leaves to get them off my grass each year, but thats another story.
Taylor spent a few days out of town last week hanging with her life long friends in the mountains, and it looks like they had fun:
In her absence, my chore was to find my mom a birthday present- and this is something I am notably bad at. So, after Rosie got home from school, we went to Costco to see what we could find. Roaming the aisles, asking, “Would CICI like that?”. Tupperware? A blender? A warm blanket? THe best we could come up with is a cutting board in the shape of North Carolina, and some flowers.
Matt got her almost an identical cutting board last year, I learned after Taylor returned from her trip and told me.
“I’ll get her something” Taylor said. The girls hopped in the car, I battled the leaves for an hour or two, and on their return, after the delicious salmon and farmer’s market vegetable dinner, we gave Cici her new and improved gift:
Her very first pair of Crocs! Complete with Jibbitz that spell “Ci Ci!”. They were the wrong size, but the Croc store 0.8 miles from our house was still open, so we did an impromptu visit to exchange them for the right size.
Her facial expressions say it all- she had no idea there was a whole store dedicated to Crocs. She ended up getting a pair that will better hide the paint that will inevitably get on them.
Mercy just turned 5, and urgently had to use the restroom. There were none, so we had to run across the parking lot to Macy’s. Mercy wanted to ride the escalator, so we just wandered around the store for 30 minutes. It was almost empty at 8pm on a Saturday, and for whatever reason, it was such a fun, silly time together. Mercy, Rosie, and I did a footrace a few times, tried on shoes, and Mercy rolled her eyes at the Christmas decorations “It’s not Christmas yet!” she said several times.
We love you Cici, thanks for the joy that you bring us!
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