Friday, September 17th

We were without power last night, and actually, it was wonderful. We ate by candlelight, talked, played with Masie together on her bed: showed her shadows on the wall made by the candlelit room. She was facinated.

That is one of my favorite things about being a parent: the chance to show this new human being all the great things, the simple things, that as grownups, have lost their intrigue. It is kind of like reexperiencing your own childhood, with new, fresh eyes.

So, last night, after Masie had gone to sleep, I went to bed early with a book, which I read by candlelight and booklight, and Heath eventually go to called in to deliver some triplets. I awoke with a start to a brightly lit room. (The power had returned, and apparantly I need to work on evergy conservation because the whole house gleamed with bright light from the day before.) I turned off the lights, went downstairs and ate a cupcake from yesterday's playgroup. Damn. I wish I hadn't eaten it, but it was there and it seemed like the thing to do. I nestled back into bed with Louis, our big black dog, to the sound of pouring rain, and slept deeply.

Now, it is morning, and everything is cancelled, so Masie and I have a full day to face with no plans. Nice, maybe?