The Little Old Lady

(please excuse 4's scandalous leg shot.  I personally think her CTR ring kind of balances it out.)

So.

4 and I were driving down Market Street together

a few days ago.

When she suddenly turned to me and said, in a serious tone:

"Mom.  I need to tell you something."

I thought she was going to tell me something like she is getting a B in Math

or she got in trouble at school....you know, something a normal 10-year-old would 

be about to say with such a serious look on her face.

She continued:

"I'm like an 85 year old lady.

I don't like loud noise.

I have a hard time remembering things.

And I have bad hips."

That really happened.

Now, let's discuss:

First of all, if you are 85 and not suffering from any of these things, my apologies for the stereotypes.

Second of all, 4 can remember half promises I made 5 years ago while she was half asleep.

Third of all, she plays keyboard in a band.

(with 4 of her fellow 5th graders, they practice every week and are surprisingly legit.  It's awesome.)

And Fourth of all, bad hips?  No.  Just no.

Dear 4:

Sometimes, when I look at you,

I honestly, truly feel like my

heart is going to explode

because I love you so much.

xo,

Mom