Saturday night, Lila informed me that I am old. She’s right. I’ve earned every gray hair that I ask Tim to color dark brown, every wrinkle I refuse to see in the mirror when I brush my teeth, and every anniversary of my thirty-fifth birthday. But inside me, there’s still a girl for whom summer means:
Being outside all day with friends like Daffy (Daphne the cat).
A pool in the back yard with a hose swung over a pine tree to keep the water level up and provide a little extra splash.
A sensible bedtime–freshly bathed with teeth brushed–and after hours of untroubled sleep, I could wake to another day of no bills to pay, car issues to think about, meals to cook, and that nagging feeling that I’m not the best person I can be.
Enjoy it, Lila!
she hasn’t fully developed her filter. You should hear some of the things she says and asks.
She’s exactly as unfiltered as children should be at her age–much to their parents’ chagrin!