monday morning

School drop off, Monday.

Usually the scene of many tears and the gnashing of teeth.

Emma Kate h.a.t.e.s. it when "her people" (aka her four siblings) go to school and her Baba goes to work.
Especially on Monday after a weekend of "no goodbyes".

Sweet girl.

Emma: "Momma.  Look.  Emma no cry."
Me: "Emma, you aren't crying?  Are you sad?"
Emma: "No, Momma.  Emma no cry.  Emma not sad."
Me: "Emma.  I am so happy you are happy."
Emma: "Momma, why you cry?  You sad?"
Me: "No Emma, I'm not sad.  I cry because I am happy for you."
Emma: "Momma, you happy?  You cry?  Momma, you crazy!"
Me, smiling: "Yes, Emma, I am crazy.  I am crazy for you!"

Later, running an errand.
Emma craning her neck to look out the window.

Emma: "Momma!  The sun!"
I look up and out, registering a round orb shining obscured in our sky.  The sun!
Emma: "The sun no shway (sleep) today, Momma!  Hooray!"


It has been many, many, many days since our eyes have beheld the sun shining here in the north.  The snow is our light in all its blues, purples and lavendars.  Pink tinged in the dusk.  Today it was with wonder that Emma beheld the sun bravely glowing behind a cloud-filled sky.  I'm sure she wonders where we've brought her, our southern belle.

Yes, sweet Emma, the sun does shine here, too.