Today feels like a Friday, don't know why.
I think it's the dark, warm day, feels full of possibilities and the very March slant the light seems to have this week.
The end is in sight, in other words.
Yesterday was our 37th anniversary, pleasant and ordinary, just a usual Wednesday.
The little girl is wearing a fancy coat that she's almost outgrown, and after school she changed directly back into her pajamas.
It's okay.
This morning as she went skipping, literally skipping into her preschool, wearing a cute dress, leggings that didn't exactly match, although they didn't NOT match, that colorful coat, colorful tennis shoes, swinging her bucket and singing to herself, I had the wish that we could stop it right here.
Not her, not time, but this: the confidence and the contentment. Something happens to us between skipping in a snowy parking lot in clothes we picked out ourselves, and the getting grown up, and it's kind of regrettable.
Another person I love got in trouble at school yesterday over something extremely minor and the reaction to it did not fit the crime, and it has nothing to do with the child and everything to do with institutions that are opposite of the nature of squirrels.
Upside down in pajamas in the snow, using bad language, those kind of people.
Who all grow up to be educated, accomplished, civilized and kind. And astute. And funny.
The kind of people you know have your back, people you can trust.
No worries. None. Not a single one. Just love.
Love, Val, aka GRANDMA, aka Mom
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