And a BIG
Happy Birthday
to my brother, David!
Go say 'hi'.
Grandpa worked at the Disney Studio. It was just a few blocks from his house in Burbank CA, but at home he had a studio of his own; a place where he created many beautiful pieces of art....
{And my favorite part of the room, the map (see above) on which my grandparents marked all of their travel destinations. A map completely covered with lines drawn from Los Angeles to......everywhere (seriously).
Fast forward to late morning; the children are dressed, their hair is combed, and we are all buckled into the van and driving to the mall to make some final back-to-school purchases.
As usual, I ask Lorelai, "Do you want to get your ears pierced?" More out of habit than anything; it's become custom. And she always answers with, "Maybe when I am 10" and then I say, "Okay" and we carry on with our day.
Today was different. After posing my standard question, Lorelai answered, "Maybe when I'm 5."
Right then and there I knew she was feeling courageous, and just a minute or so later she came back with, "Actually, I do want to get my ears pierced today."
Had it not been for the confidence in her voice I would have expected her to back out of it. But she didn't. She calmly picked out a pair of stud earrings and took a seat in the chair. One, two, three.... her ears were instantly adorned with small yellow jewels.
And the rest of the day sparkled.
[not done yet.]
[By the way, do you see that mountain in the background of the last picture? The 'Hollywood' sign is directly on the backside of it. Or perhaps this is the backside and that would be the frontside. Who knows.]
I wasn't there when they put her IV in, but I counted 10 pokes on her fair little skin. Yikes. It's not surprising though; I have yet to see a nurse that can find a vein on my babe with ease.
Anyhow, surgery went well and Elisabeth's bum-bum is all stitched back together again.
Thanks for all your well wishes!
***Update @ 4:44 pm***
Upon further investigation I found 3 more pokes, for a total of 13!
Also, I must add that I arrived home to steam cleaned carpets, courtesy of Donald. Oh happy day. (I love clean carpet)
A photo I took at the cemetary. So peaceful.
I think my brother, David, looks like a secret service man protecting the national treasure (Lizzy) in this picture (above right).
And the always fashionable Jennifer. How amazing is that hat?
[more memorial pictures to come]
We enjoyed our stay,
but Washington is calling our name.
It's time to go home.
(never fear, we'll be back in a few months)
