I can hear them. Luca and Ivy.
He’s teasing, she’s crying.
“I’ve stolen your soul”, he keeps telling her.
“Give it back” she wails.
Amusing and annoying all at once…I call him.
“Luca, stop teasing Ivy.  She doesn’t even know what a soul is and you’re just irritating her.”
He’s still laughing.  I’m not.
I frown and ask him to tell me what a soul is.
He pauses the sillyness.
and answers.
“It’s a soft breeze.”
I’m perplexed.
“A what?  Why do you say that?”
“Well,” he says “it’s like a little whoosh.”
I still don’t understand.
“Why?”
“It’s just the sound of a person passing you on their way to Heaven.”
Gulp.
In that moment, I feel like I’m ten and he’s,well, forever.
It’s not the first time.

{I’m typing with tears in my eyes.}

Dear Kryspa
I really want a bubble bath, the one with the sparkles in it, you know the pink one?  In a minute, I’m going to draw you some more rainbows.  I wish you were still here.  Umm, Mummy said you will send me more princess bubbles. Did you know,  your big boy, umm Brady, is going to get me everything from the Wizard of Oz, even the real Toto and when I come to America you can give it to me.  I really miss you and I want you to come back.
Ivish

Dear Krystarella
What she said. (Sans the Toto.)
Sheye.

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this weekend.

we went to melbourne and checked into a hotel with pink toiletries  and ordered room service from an alice in wonderland themed menu.  we swooned at the latelight and met with new friends and until the early hours we talked and laughed and our hearts grew happy.
we slept and woke and shopped and drank coffee and didn’t rush and bought pretty paper and expensive lipgloss.  we traveled the tram to st kilda and ate good vegetarian with good friends and sang happy birthday after midnight.
we dreamed and we woke and we paused over breakfast.  we tried vintage frocks and we met with old friends and we shopped and we snapped and we shopped a lot more.   day became night and we told tales and drank champagne and laughed until four.

rachel and peta and angie and tuesday and ali and lea.   thankyou.

day three.
the gold coast.  our old house. (ava’s house).  surfers paradise.   low sun, laying on grass, cameras in hand.  the tourists and the lights and Australian Summer.    we debate over alicia keys and mushrooms.  (sharing this makes my heart happy).