Love

Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy.
That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody's business.
What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy if anything can.

Thomas Merton (1915 - 1968)

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Saturday morning

While Owen was at tennis practice, Chloe was being a little monkey.  Or a little dangle.  It's been a long time since I have called her my little dangle.  When she was three and four, she used to dangle from everything.  Counters.  Chairs.  Me.  Todd.  Stair Railings.  Anything she could hold onto and lift her feet off the ground, she was grabbing onto it and dangling.  She was my Little Dangle.  :)

After Owen was done with tennis, he wanted to wanted to walk home with me (I had walked Dylan up to the courts and playground to watch the kids).  And of course, Chloe then wanted to walk home with us, too.  :)  They each has the little dum dum suckers they got as a reward for helping clean up all the tennis balls scattered all over the courts.  It was 50 and sunny and a gorgeous morning after a week of snow, rain and cloudy weather in the 30s and 40s.

No one can tell Chloe her Momma dresses her funny.  She is the fashion queen, making her own choices of what to wear almost every day.  Besides a ton of barrettes still in the hair (the pony tail came out at some point), she is also wearing her favorite long sleeved butterfly shirt under a yellow KIKI ROCKS short sleeve shirt.  A pair of shorts that look like a skirt in the front over pink sweat pant capris, tights and socks with her brown Dora shoes.  Chloe was stylin!

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