I have just come upon this beautiful little piece of code. The fairy will move closer to the birthday cake everyday until P’s birthday!! All by itself!

Beautiful, eh?

Makes me laugh out loud.

We are floating around on an endless sea of rolling waves. First I fall in. He pulls me back up with some unpredictable antic. Then he falls in and we laugh him back onto the raft.

Egbert always laughs–so she never falls in–except when she hears the opening chord of “I Love You.” Then she is the moon crying.

And I fall in again…