(Wednesday, January 3, 2024)
Cullan and Hillary are busy partying with her family and friends. Cullan is doing his share of duties in the kitchen. He is a bit tired and stern. I have some toys and a story I want to share, particularly with Oona. I walk into their house through the kitchen door, unannounced. I leave a tiny blue plastic phone on the countertop (just one-eighth of an inch thick) and tell Cullan he needs to click a button to get my message.
Day notes:
My Christmas gift from Cullan was Storyworth. Each week I get a different question from him. I tell one of my life stories, and add photos. I think it is his intention that my grandchildren will have history after I am gone. Jeanne Guignon has been working on a similar project for her family.
In the evening after this post, I got a text from Hillary. She is going to be out of town with friends on an upcoming weekend. Cullan will be taking care of the kids (kitchen work!). I was asked to babysit Oona so Wyn can go to a birthday party. So this short dream feels prescient.