And then she is quiet, as I slip off into the stillness that is acupuncture for my few remaining minutes. Afterward as I was getting dressed and looking at my phone, I saw about four hundred and six pictures that the girl surreptisously snapped as I laid there, likely smiling to herself all the while, because her mama was none the wiser. So if you find this terribly shocking, blame the girl, not me.
Friday, December 19, 2014
Acupuncture, a new favorite past time
Emilia and I had an impromptu mommy-daughter acupuncture appointment today. She sat in the chair next to me, ate the lunch I had packed for her that morning, chatted with Ying, listened as I recounted the most recent chapters of All the Light We Cannot See (I've been giving her a blow-by-blow account of this fabulous book, and she is always asking me 'what happened next, mama?').
And then she is quiet, as I slip off into the stillness that is acupuncture for my few remaining minutes. Afterward as I was getting dressed and looking at my phone, I saw about four hundred and six pictures that the girl surreptisously snapped as I laid there, likely smiling to herself all the while, because her mama was none the wiser. So if you find this terribly shocking, blame the girl, not me.
And then she is quiet, as I slip off into the stillness that is acupuncture for my few remaining minutes. Afterward as I was getting dressed and looking at my phone, I saw about four hundred and six pictures that the girl surreptisously snapped as I laid there, likely smiling to herself all the while, because her mama was none the wiser. So if you find this terribly shocking, blame the girl, not me.
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