thursday friends

Thursdays are special for X & me, for that's the day that K comes. We wait all week & lucky for us we get that Friday feeling a little early, because that's how it feels -like Friday -because I get a break & X gets to play with someone new. And X loves K. I cannot overstate that. If he's eating breakfast when he hears her voice at the front door he thrashes madly in his highchair wearing a smile so big it threatens to split his face into two glitteringly happy pieces.

Usually she just comes for lunch, or for a meander around the neighborhood. Sometimes we try to get something done, & I get in work mode while she holds down the X fort. Never yucky work work -always weeding or planting or shopping or something so banal as going out for a long-overdue haircut. The best days are the days she comes & we don't do anything at all except lay around on X's new futon (bye-bye useless crib) & giggle. I was lucky enough to catch the spirit of Thursdays in the photo below: