The death of Ticklefly

Oh, not yet.  Maybe not ever.  But I got a hint of the end as the twins were loaded into the minivan ready to go home Sunday morning.  Ticklefly had been mostly quiet during their visit, but Ava wanted to say bye, and as he fluttered and flitted around her giggling face it hit me:  One day they won’t care.  They’ll be too big.  Maybe they’ll even forget, and we’ll be talking sometime in ten years when they’re 16 and I’ll make reference to Ticklefly back in the old days, and they’ll say, tickle-what? 

Which is how it all started – once they say tickle-what you’ve got ‘em and he bolts into existence and becomes part of the family forever.  Maybe.

Here’s Ticklefly being pursued in his prime a couple of years ago by Ava’s sister Stella.

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It’s Tuesday -- Emily's built-in day day to make sure you take time to notice the important “little” stuff that really makes up life.

Comments

Cute!

[Dayle]

Children bring such joy to a sometimes gloomy world. Love the ticklefly.