My professor's daughters are adorable. I'd like to share a few stories from the youngest one.
Today I was doing my homework in this window seat place. I like it because then everyone passes me and I feel like I'm a part of things instead of being holed up in my room to do homework. Have I mentioned yet how happy I am that everyone's back?
Anyways, she comes up the stairs and grins and me. Then she says, "Hi! I'm coming to see you because you're my best friend." She climbed up onto the window seat and asks me what I'm doing. I was looking over my blog for typos and passing a bunch of pictures. She sees a picture of me and says, "Look! It's you! You're cute. All the students are cute." She makes me smile.
Then later after dinner I was in the same spot. She comes up the stairs and says, "You don't have any friends with you. Are you waiting for some friends?" I told her that I wasn't and was just by myself. She said, "Well, I can be with you if you want!"
Sunday night at dinner I was sitting across from her and she looks over at me and said, "I missed you. I didn't see you today."
Can I just say how much I love this kid?
I love all my professors' kids. I'm so grateful that I have them to hang out with. On our way to see The Madness of King George (the play) tonight both of Matt's older daughters walked alongside of me and were eager to tell me all about various things. They make faces at me on the Tube. They tease me. With one of them we're very sibling like in that we taunt each other all the time--but in the most loving way possible, of course.
I think over the past few days I've gotten a much better feel of how wonderful it is to be here. I'm enjoying a new sort of relationship with my professors where they know me better and aren't afraid to tease me. I'm realizing how great the people in my group are. I'm remembering how awesome London is. I'm more aware of how blessed I am not only in being able to be here in London but how blessed I've been my whole life.
Can you tell I'm happy? Because I really am.
Life is good.
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