TGIF

Oh it was a good day. It was good day here at The Bergerons. Waking up to a 20 month old with a bloody nose is a bad way to start, but you go up from there. Funniest part of the day was listening to an exchange between Ella (3) and Magggie (20 mos)

Ella: Are not
Maggie Are too
ELla Are not
Maggie: are too
Ella: Are not
Maggie: are too
Ella: Are not
Maggie: are too
Ella: Are not
Maggie:I love you
ELla:I love YOu
Maggie: I love you
ELla: I love you

Hilarious.

Reece and Mark went to the Daddy/Daughter dance at the Pool and Yacht Club tonight. We bid on a membership at Reece's school auction in the fall. It only sounds pretentious. Our yacht is an inflatable kayak. ANYWAY....Reece was so excited today and all week to get dressed up and go with Mark to this dinner/dance. It ended up being about 30 4 and 5 year olds dancing to "ABC" and "Loveshack" and "Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock-n-roll". She had the sweetest little corsage (5 little sweetheart roses) and looked so darn sweet in her Easter dress. She said it was the "best night of her life". You know those times your heart hurts because you see your little girl/boy acting so grown up and you get a glimpse of them at 18? Yea...that. (sigh)

I started reading The Shack tonight and I can't put it down. The whole story takes place in Oregon and they mention so many places that Mark and I have been with Reece during our time living in Portland. It is a little surreal and just makes it heartbreakingly easier to put yourself in this sad/beautiful/spiritual story. I have issues with loss, although I have experienced so little of it. How do people do it?