The nicest poem ever!!!

Sweet girl,

I loved that poem you wrote! I do love you (just like you say in the poem), it is true!!! It made me feel so happy to read! You are so talented and so loving. Did you know that when you were first in my tummy, I did a lot of gardening? I grew so many tomatoes, and they grew so big, and then--months later--there you were, like the most perfect garden gift I could ever have imagined.

Well, so were you and Dada busy today buying supplies for the brunch and planning the menu? I'll think of you both tomorrow entertaining. Will you put the recipes and pictures up on sweet peas blog? I'll check. And then Dada says that you also have a birthday party of Mira's brother and a pizza party with new Maya. Sheesh! Let me know about that day if you have any energy to write!

Well, dearest one, over here, I worked in the morning on things for the Valley trip (when we get to see the Nile), as we leave on Tuesday very early in the morning. Then we went on a trip to a very old town all made out of mud, with mud brick buildings of 5 stories. One of them (the one the picture is of) looked like it might fall right on top of us, but luckily it didn't. My favorite thing about it was that it was mostly deserted, but that sometimes you would look through a door and see a donkey or someone's laundry. I'll send a picture of a donkey I saw maybe tomorrow. Another picture for today is of whole big group of bedouin kids. Bedouins are kind of like gypsies. They move around a lot, or at least they used to. The man was someone I worked with and three of the kids are his, the rest are relatives. And, finally, there is a picture of Mirjam and Sander, my co-workers, Sander is pretending he is the sun and trying to flash light where Mirjam is taking a picture. I thought it looked funny though...

So, my love, I hope you and Dada have the most fun brunch tomorrow. I will be wishing I was there (not only for the company but also for the food, as it is seeming like I eat the same thing every day). Yawn.

I love you... (and hug and kiss that Dada for me),

your Mama