(This post is a couple days old...)
My heartbeat's been keeping me awake at night. It's eery. The second I get completely calm and relaxed under the covers is the second it starts thumping too loudly to be ignored. I feel like it's trying desperatley to remind me of something, but I'm just too stupid to understand what.
Tomorrow, I give a presentation to my class on the ethnography of tattoo parlors. I'm still not quite sure what that is.
Baby Noelie has soft, soft skin - skin the color of coffee mixed with cream. Her eyes are dark, and still at that indiscriminate stage between brown and deep blue. Her hair is all tight brown ringlets. She laid on the floor in the kitchen tonight, gurgling happily while Esther and I ate dinner.
You know Esther and Frankie met only 2 weeks before they fell in love, and 6 months before they were married? They've been married for several years now, and Esther tells me people kept telling her that getting married that fast was crazy, but she's never regretted it even once. She and Frankie (whose name is actually spelled "Ferenkeh" - I've been spelling it wrong this whole time) met when she went on a 2 week mission trip to Sweden. Ferenkeh was living & working in Sweden at the time, an intern for Youth with a Mission, and during the last two days of the trip, they admitted to falling for each other. When he took her to the airport to say goodbye, they decided to give their relationship a try, even though they were separated by international borders. Six months later, they decided to marry. (OMG, right?)
But it's working out wonderfully, and you can tell. Everything surrounding their small flat seems to have been permeated by this aura of love.
