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Apr. 6th, 2008
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heidi8We went and had Fiona's 15th birthday portrait done today, and they turned out beatifully. We've been using the same photographer since Fiona was a toddler and it's so much fun to go back to him every year. Fiona tends to get irritated because I fuss around her so much with a comb, fixing her hair before each photograph. "You're like a hawk, circling," she says sourly. "Except that hawks don't bouff." My fussing paid off, though. This group of pictures is just as good as ever, as you'll see on Thursday or so.
We stopped and cleaned the dojo on the way home. I took a number of pictures of Fiona spinning in her new lavender dress, in preparation for the soulcollage card I'm planning for her.
Delia set a lovely table tonight with silver from my grandmother to celebrate Fiona's return. I had one glass of wine with our spaghetti dinner, just enough to make me appallingly sentimental (and to cause me to make a lot of spelling mistakes as I've typed this post; fortunately I'm not too foxed to be able to correct them.) We lit the birthday candle we got from someone--I forget who--for Fiona when she was a baby. You're supposed to light it every year, but we'd never lit it until now. I always felt vaguely guilty about it. But the Quinceañera year seemed a special enough reason to finally light it.
I'm off to make spinach-kale turnovers, and then we're going to go watch the second half of the new Sense and Sensibility.
We stopped and cleaned the dojo on the way home. I took a number of pictures of Fiona spinning in her new lavender dress, in preparation for the soulcollage card I'm planning for her.
Delia set a lovely table tonight with silver from my grandmother to celebrate Fiona's return. I had one glass of wine with our spaghetti dinner, just enough to make me appallingly sentimental (and to cause me to make a lot of spelling mistakes as I've typed this post; fortunately I'm not too foxed to be able to correct them.) We lit the birthday candle we got from someone--I forget who--for Fiona when she was a baby. You're supposed to light it every year, but we'd never lit it until now. I always felt vaguely guilty about it. But the Quinceañera year seemed a special enough reason to finally light it.
I'm off to make spinach-kale turnovers, and then we're going to go watch the second half of the new Sense and Sensibility.
