She packed lunch for me. Ina little bag, with a napkin.. Peanut butter jelly sandwiches, cookies, chips and a bottle of water for the whole day. And made me feel all weepy and teary and warm inside. And this was after making pancakes for breakfast.
At the ripe old age of twenty seven, I have been so over this thing. For ever so long. Was probably over it since high school. And never really knew what I had grown up out of.
It strange this growing up thing. One is so eager to take on the world, to discover places unseen, vanquish fears yet unknown. So keen to get along with the process of starting to “get there” that those small things that make the being “little” so charming somehow are not as wonderful then. Or are they more important for the value they represent later on? Because the “few hard knocks” make their softness much more appealing.
I don’t know. But it is a very lovely feeling. Very special, very loved…
Thank you Candy!
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