A note to myself:
I hope you remember how, while reading to a sleepy Eloise on the bottom bunk, and listening to Joseph's soothing and quieted voice on the top bunk, there was a pause while Joseph checked his phone briefly to see where the OU game was, and Conley said, "They got it? Oh, yes!" It doesn't take much for him to get excited about OU stuff; all he needs is to watch Joseph do it.
I hope you remember how Eloise told you how to rub her back, knowing that she would soon fall asleep I hope you remember how her hair glowed in the little light that was in the room just the one from Joseph's flashlight or phone light from the top bunk. I hope you remember how sad she was when we told her she couldn't bring water into her room in her play dishes. How serious of an issue it was to her.
I hope you remember how Conley wanted to read history and science books, the same kind I would get lost in for a while and wish I understood and remembered everything. He said, "I want to have Conley-Mama time and read books." And he picked an anatomy book first and wanted to learn about muscles and movement, and then the body overall. Then he got a book that has images from the twentieth century in it and he wanted to read every page he stopped on. And when Eloise saw the page with two kids (immigrant toddlers standing in front of a door on Ellis Island in the early 1900s), Eloise said, "Dese po childwen not have families" in such a somber voice.
