AUG’ 19

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The words have been building up in me. It makes my head feel cluttered so it’s a relief to finally be able to put some of them down here.

Last night, Davis and I talked about how quickly time is flying and how our memories of Willa growing up are disappearing too- like sand in an hourglass, lost to the irretrievable past. We worry not just about whether we take enough time to savor our lives together but also whether we do enough to preserve memories from this precious time.

I want to remember all of the funny ways she pronounces words as she learns English and French. She says “beh-ja-ta-bles” for “vegetables.” The emphatic way that she says “SHOO-T” like she’s actually saying “SH-T!” instead. How the tone of her voice changes when she’s telling us about her day. It dips low to sound authoritative and the words are slurred to mimic, I think, what our fast speech sounds like to her- like the blur of fast traffic.