Another day, another MRI. I was looking at her feet while she was laying on the table and I was struck by how little they are. I look at her, her feet are still baby feet, little tiny toes now painted blue, but still baby feet. Even the oldest one, they still seem so small to me. I know they aren't, but I don't think I'm ever going to look at any of them and see anything but my babies. I may never see a physical flaw in them or be anything but enchanted by their perfection.
After her test, we went to City Walk and saw the new Star Wars. Her second time, my first. It was better than the last ones, and sad too. It really does give you a different take on Vader.
We'll see it again tomorrow night. My older and I, it will be our second viewing. The middle girl, her third and the first for my husband and son. I want to be more exasperated with the middle girl for wanting to see it again and again, but I can't. I made my husband take me to see "Return of the Jedi" eight times when we were teens.
Pathology
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