Several weeks ago these mud-covered feet got asked to a dance.
They belong to my youngest twin–my tiny, blue-eyed, blonde-haired, tree climber.
A dance? In middle school? With a boy? With awkward moments and disco balls and blaring music and watered down punch?
When did that happen?
She was just climbing trees and walking the dog and decorating her room with post-it notes and having tea parties with spotted elephants. I wasn’t sure that I was ready. I wasn’t sure that I was prepared.
But she was.
And she said yes.Continue reading