Noticing.Eleven

Rain, rain, go away. Come again when you’re warm and fat and all dolled up with thunder. No mud, no lotus :: no cream, no coffee. Thinking about the difference between expectation and hope. She’s been waking up crying. It’s anguished but not urgent–more mad about being awake than needing anything. It’s the change from cheerful, excited babble that makes me sad. I wonder if it’s an extension of the toddler attitude, a pissiness so chronic it comes out in her sleep. Devotionals is the hardest...