Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Week Two of Preschool
Martin is loving ever second of Preschool and every morning he wakes up excited to do his homework and go to preschool. Roxie on the other hand doesn't like Martin going to preschool. Every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday we climb into the car drive into Mesa and drop Martin off and every morning she cried for her mar-tin. She will cry all the way home (15 mins drive) or once we get to grandmas (down the street) she stops but she will wander around the house looking for her mar-tin. After Roxie and I pick up Martin from preschool she will either hold his hand all the way home or give him a big hug and kiss.
Roxie and Martin are good friend even though she picks on him. When one is gone the other one will look for them until they are found. They have such a sweet relationship that I hope will never change.
To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.
We know one another's faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar. We have been banded together under pack codes and tribal laws.