(please excuse 4's scandalous leg shot. I personally think her CTR ring kind of balances it out.)
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.
"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.
Sometimes, when I look at you,
I honestly, truly feel like my
heart is going to explode
because I love you so much.