We now revert to May Day. It was delightful. Holy Smokes. The equivalent emotion is Christmas Eve night. They are so very excited to deliver the May Day baskets, knock on the door, run away, and wonder for hours if they knew if it was us or not.
Zellie wouldn't knock on the door so she begged me to come.
Oh, Nelly. Run little legs run.
Rose was trying so hard to get away fast that she would lean to barely touch the door and then run.
Dominic running away from the Bishop's house.
We also participated in our third track meet. Always a lively event.
Our big 11 month old. Let see...what is Clairvaux up to? She can say Papa. She points at everything as if she is saluting Hitler. She mouths the crucifix. I always say to her in my weird voice, holding her up to the crucifix "Oh, Jesus does love her. Give Him a smooch." She puts her little mouth on the crucifix and is overwhelmed with giddiness.