Although it isn't even dinner time, we've had a busy day!
First, we went to a birthday party for our friend Simon. The party was at a cool, play structure company that rents out the indoor showroom for parties.
Next, we went to the Wordstock Festival at the Convention Center. I heard our friend Matthew Dickman read some of his poetry while you went with dad to hear Roscoe Orman (Gordon) of Sesame Street fame. You were so excited to meet him; he signed your book and talked to you for a bit. As we left the parking garage, you said, in a voice laden with regret, "Oh! I forgot to hug Gordon!" We tried to tell you that your conversation -- and the books he writes -- is the hug. You paused, thinking about our logic, sighed and said, "I forgot to hug Gordon." We'll send him a note and tell him to come to Portland again next year.
When we got home, Nana and Papa were waiting in the driveway! Papa's sleeping on the couch; you are playing with Nana upstairs. Soon, Beth will come to take care of you and we'll depart to see a sold-out show at Portland Center Stage. Thankfully, we have tomorrow together -- we will not have the rush of our usual Monday routine.
Thank you for being a girl who likes to meet authors, who loves books and rub-on tattoos -- thank you for loving the swing and quietly watching your friends open your gifts. You enjoy seeing others be happy -- this is such an important quality, and one I hope to nourish through the years.