2.21.12

    Back from the library- sat down to read about making soap.
    I don't know if I'll ever make soap, but I dream about it.

    Tonight when I snuggled in with N at bedtime, she asked me to scratch her back. I remember my own parents laying with me, scratching mine. They each had their own distinct methods, my mom with her soft long strokes and my dad with his style- sort of like her was playing the piano on my back with his nails. They each felt so good in their own consistant, reassuring way.

    I wonder what kind of things they'll remember about us when they're grown.

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    1. Heather Smith Jones (3 months ago | reply)

      I remember that too about my parents.

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    3. Buttons Magee (3 months ago | reply)

      With me it was music. Music and dancing.

    4. shining egg (3 months ago | reply)

      my mom didn't scratch backs, but my dad did. and i do for lucy. such a special time.

    5. julia:elise (3 months ago | reply)

      i've been reading about making soap too! what book did you get?

    6. tara thayer-public::bookstore (3 months ago | reply)

      is it too weird to just say "i love you."?

    7. the mayfly (3 months ago | reply)

      No, and right back atcha. ; )
      Smart Soapmaking by Anne Watson. This is the first book I've read that made me think it would be no problem at all.

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