Ryenne and her friends are quite happy, it turns out. (Except for those moments at home where. . .yah, not so happy. Oh well, who doesn't?) ANYWAY, she has great friends and this has been a super, duper year as far as that goes. Thank heavens for good friends is what I say. I love to hear her awesome stories about the funny and happy things they do. A bunch of cute girls for sure.
The other day, Ryenne told me how she was in the process of memorizing a poem and was almost finished. I immediately had visions of Robert Frost or something, well, a tad bit intellectual, maybe? Actually, it wasn't very Robert Frost-ish after all. It seems her friend Hailee Jo found this poem and they immediately fell in l-o-v-e. It currently hangs on Ryenne's wall in the form of an art project.
I'd like to be a glow worm
For a glow worm's never glum
For how can you be grumpy
when the sun shines out your bum?
As you might guess, it's a favorite around here. In fact, yesterday Claire walked around the house singing "I'm glad to be a glow
worm . . .for a glow worm's always. . . happy! For how can I be sad when the sun shines out my eye?"