We all sat around the kitchen table last night after dinner. And she slipped on one of the twin's hats. You know, they're 6 and she's 15. Same logistics but different size.
And I just stared at her and remembered a time where she wore a similar hat.
Well, kindof similar. But her 5 year old self just stuck in my brain. So, I watched her with awe and marveled at all that has, and hasn't, changed.
And then she got quirky. And weird. And would bounce her eyebrows up and down to make the hat move. And there was laughter. Lots and lots of laughter.
It's nice to know that some things, the very best things, just never change. Let's look them straight in the eye and enjoy them.
No matter what hat they wear.