We are in Target, moving slowly down a quiet aisle that has only one other shopper.
“Mommy, that lady has PINK hair!”
So she does. Neon pink and black highlights to be specific.
“Why does that lady have PINK hair?”
“I don’t know, honey … “ and since the woman can clearly hear us talking, I add, “maybe because it looks pretty?”
“No … it DOESN’T look pretty …”
Next stop? The mommy-that-lady’s-got-a-baby-in-her-tummy line … about someone who is simply carrying a bit too much weight. Don’t imagine we have much chance of avoiding that one.
Yesterday Tau’s one teacher told the kids that their other teacher would not be in because her baby was sick and she needed to stay home and take care of him.
She was surprised and heartened when Tau came up to her and said, “Maybe we can make a card for Mrs. H’s baby, so he can feel better?”
When Dave and I were first married, we met a couple who had just celebrated their eighteenth wedding anniversary.
We asked them how that felt — being married that long — and their answer was, you guessed it, that it didn’t feel like they’d been married eighteen years.
Today is our eighteenth anniversary, and when I think of all we’ve been through in the years that have come and gone, it’s true. It doesn’t feel like eighteen years have passed.
The houses we’ve lived in, the groups of friends and the phases, our college years and the birth of our son. We’ve both changed a lot; we’ve both stayed the same.
And I think that is the key — prizing what you know so well in each other, yet also championing what the other can become.
Yesterday we went up to Palomar Observatory for the first time. There were small pockets of snow still left from the last snowfall — the observatory sits high on top of Palomar Mountain, one of the few places nearby that actually gets snow.