I woke up this morning full of love, even at 8 a.m.
“mom”, Hannah says, giggling. “I’m so glad you had me when you were young. It’s like we’re sisters!” after she yanks the covers off my burrowing body. “Let’s go ride the MARTA!”
So we will. We’ll ride the MARTA, we’ll spend the hot part of the day in IKEA. We’ll think about where to have lunch and not why the septic tank isn’t done yet or what the interest rate will be in September after we’ve lost our locked in loan rate.
Sisters.
I love doing these trips with her, and it’s worth every ratty pair of jeans, every holey pair of shoes, every shitty shift at the buffalo martini bar. I love the city, I love the sounds of the traffic and the endless choices of restaurants. I love being responsible for just us for a little while.
Summer,
I did send you an e-mail wishing you a Happy Birthday but since I am reading that your e-mail is down maybe you didn’t see it so I wanted you to know that I was thinking of you on your birthday.
Crystal
GAH! I live about a mile from IKEA! I can’t believe I missed seeing you again. I’m glad you had a great trip, though! ; )