Wednesday, February 22, 2006
That's the feeling I'm after
Dear Marc, yesterday I went to town to shop. I returned with something for everyone in the family. I felt like I was the mother of the Ingalls family. For me this is a great feeling, since Little House has such a big place in my heart (is this where I should write something about how I love it despite the racism towards the native Americans? Or Norwegians, with Nelly being such a Scandibitch?)
I mean, the feeling of buying 4 dresses for my daughter, one outfit for my son and a shirt for their dad and bringing it all home to our little cabin in the jungle, it was so great.
But even better was the look on Vanja's face as she tried her first dress on. She just couldn't believe anything could be that pretty. I've told her she'll get a new dress every Tuesday we're here.
Joel is now dressing like an Indian prince, a look he seems very content with.
And as I look at Vanja in her new dress, I keep thinking "that's the feeling I'm after!" as I browse your looks and others. Perhaps it's a feeling most easily felt at age 4. Perhaps at my own ripe age, I'll have to settle for the contentment of giving that feeling to others. Is that how you feel, Mr Jacobs?
You give us this feeling:
Thankyou, Mr J!