8 YEARS//

Happy eight to this stick o dynamite!

Her big day was yesterday, but today we sat by the river throwing rocks, watching ripples, catching minnows, the little kiddies harassing each other, crabby after a long weekend, me wistful, tired (okay also crabby). This girl hung close to me for the afternoon, maybe having deep thoughts of her own- after all, she is EIGHT now. Finally she gave a long sigh, flopped herself back against me and breathed, “Mom, ain’t this the life.”

It made me chuckle and changed my tune, as this one often does. Yes my girl, this IS the life- better or worse- and how wild and precious it is! Thanks for reminding me