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Flower Fortune- Sweetbriar: Poetry and fragrance.
Sixty-Ninth Entry
I never feel as much like a real mother as I do on Easter. I usually take only three of the children, but today was the first time Harry, Rev, and I took all the children to Mass. Seven children, can you imagine? We only had one crying fit from little Virginia, but she stopped after someone handed her the pink crayon.
They looked so sweet: Belle and Virginia in matching white dresses with gloves, shiny white shoes with lacy socks, and Belle had a white hat with a big yellow flower. She loves getting dressed up, she feels like a little "butterfly" she said once. The boys were in blue suits with light blue shirts underneath, and even though the older boys had good shoes on, we had to put Gabe in his sneakers so that he could actually walk. Those others are a bit too slippery for him yet. The children got their candy baskets before church: everyone had the same basket with the same candy, but Harry and I had spent awhile sorting the candy so that everyone got their favorite colors. Virginia got an all pink basket-everything down to the last peppermint patty was in pink foil. (Ginny's basket is really for Harry, Rev, and I to share since Ginny can't have much of the candy), and Trinity got her own basket overflowing with goodies, too.
I was exhausted after church (carrying the children around afterwards for two hours because they were being petted by elderly ladies and other children), so Harry helped me make a huge dinner of roast beef with chutney and red potatoes with bacon, garlic spinach, hot rolls and a big vat of lemonade. For dessert their was a pound cake with sugared strawberries and vanilla ice cream and lots and lots of milk. Edward and Harry's friend, John, came over to eat as well and it was one big happy party. You may have guessed that the children didn't last long and we drank wine long into the evening while they napped. Edward kept glancing at me across the dinner table, but I held Harry's hand throughout. John said I looked dashing for Easter, Rev agreed, and I was once more the little girl (just like Belle) who blushed and loved the attention.
I love being the only girl who wants to come out and play.
I love my husband, but mostly because he knows I love the attention and lets me have it.
In a way, I think he's proud of me. Because those children are mine, they were well, and still I am myself.
They looked so sweet: Belle and Virginia in matching white dresses with gloves, shiny white shoes with lacy socks, and Belle had a white hat with a big yellow flower. She loves getting dressed up, she feels like a little "butterfly" she said once. The boys were in blue suits with light blue shirts underneath, and even though the older boys had good shoes on, we had to put Gabe in his sneakers so that he could actually walk. Those others are a bit too slippery for him yet. The children got their candy baskets before church: everyone had the same basket with the same candy, but Harry and I had spent awhile sorting the candy so that everyone got their favorite colors. Virginia got an all pink basket-everything down to the last peppermint patty was in pink foil. (Ginny's basket is really for Harry, Rev, and I to share since Ginny can't have much of the candy), and Trinity got her own basket overflowing with goodies, too.
I was exhausted after church (carrying the children around afterwards for two hours because they were being petted by elderly ladies and other children), so Harry helped me make a huge dinner of roast beef with chutney and red potatoes with bacon, garlic spinach, hot rolls and a big vat of lemonade. For dessert their was a pound cake with sugared strawberries and vanilla ice cream and lots and lots of milk. Edward and Harry's friend, John, came over to eat as well and it was one big happy party. You may have guessed that the children didn't last long and we drank wine long into the evening while they napped. Edward kept glancing at me across the dinner table, but I held Harry's hand throughout. John said I looked dashing for Easter, Rev agreed, and I was once more the little girl (just like Belle) who blushed and loved the attention.
I love being the only girl who wants to come out and play.
I love my husband, but mostly because he knows I love the attention and lets me have it.
In a way, I think he's proud of me. Because those children are mine, they were well, and still I am myself.
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