A Friday ritual. No words. A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.
My middle lady and I are so much alike. In. So. Many. Ways.
I prefer the term clashing brains to butting heads.
My middle lady is rather witty. I love how she makes me nod my head, show a side smile or laugh until my side cramps.
But lately, our brains have been clashing. In. So. Many. Ways.
It’s hard being a big sister, a little sister, a daughter, a four-year-old.
It’s hard being so amazing.
It’s hard in the middle.
On Tuesday night we walked to a fancy restaurant and ordered dessert.
Just the two of us; just like best friends.
Somewhere between the cannoli and the brownie fudge sundae we found our way.
I love to ask what she’s thinking; she doesn’t always tell me what’s on her mind.
On this particular night, at this particular moment I thought,
I’m so glad I asked. What a beautiful mind.