Some of you have written, wondering how Ula is coping with Saoirse gone to New York City to work for Plowshares Coffee.  They are, after all, the best of friends…Until Saoirse screams at Ula for leaving her socks on the floor, or Ula constructs homemade nunchucks and tries them out on her sister.

Which is to say….Ula seems to have adjusted to the absence just fine, taking a little extra room to stretch out.

She’ll tell anyone who asks she prefers being the only child….Until Saoirse calls home and wonders out loud when she’ll make her next trek to the city, and talks about staying a little longer…And Ula’s face falls.  Last night Saoirse finished her three week stint and returned home.  Ula ran at her and hugged her.  Twice.  Both girls sat on my bed as I tried to go to sleep last night, just being together, all of us, late into the night.