missing ingrid

These cold and dreary February days have been difficult around here.  Every time I go to the store or the salon or the library I hear people complaining about the weather and longing for spring.  In a way I kind of like the end of winter and the end of summer because I am so ready for the change of season that fall and spring are ecstatic.  

I think the depression of winter has made me miss Ingrid all the more.  I was okay with her absence in the fall, though always worried about her health and safety, but I've had two nightmares about her in the past week where she was having difficulty with her host family.  I think this is because she didn't email me on Sunday as promised.  It's very hard on me when I don't get a weekly assurance of her well-being.  So today Christian cleaned out the garage and I found her crocheted rainbow scarf and her little key necklace.  I put them both on and vowed to wear the necklace every day until her safe return.  And Christian offered to give Kirsti the braid that Ingrid cut off last spring for a sculpture, which would be really cool, but I had to say no.

Not until my baby is home.  

I miss you Ingy Bingy!

hearts--

Mommy

p.s.--I miss Eva tons, too, but I got to see her for a month at Christmas and get to call her whenever I want (though she's mostly too busy to talk to me and mostly doesn't read or return my emails. . . ).  But don't worry about me darlingk.  I'm fine even though you never call.  I know you're so busy with so many important things and I don't want your poor mother to get in the way of your rise to the top.  So no worries.  I only cry over you once, maybe twice a day and that's it.  And the doctor says I need to be careful about my heart, but I didn't want to worry you. . . .