Imogen starts kindergarten tomorrow. In this past week it has been apparent to me that she is in fact still a little girl; who skips instead of walking, laugh at silly sounding words, giggles delightfully for a hug. A girl who readily believes her toys could be alive, and a girl who will spend time…

OK I’ll tell you where the book is, it’s downstairs under a maraca. But [Margo] can’t have it forever because we all eventually die. Also, not very specific directions. It took me awhile to find it.