⪧ We left our life in New York City to make a new one in Provence ⪦
March 2, 2013
Marguerite has arrived. Colette was asleep when she first got here, but the next morning, we all crept into Colette's room together when she woke up. She saw Marguerite and sort of looked astonished. Since then it has been smiles all the time for her big sister. Marguerite makes faces at the dinner table and Colette is in stitches. Cross-eyed Marguerite makes Colette pound on her high chair with applause. Basically anything Marguerite = jubilation.