I love when we were younger
still believing that crafting glitter
was created from a mixture of fairy dust
and a mother, brother, or sister's love.
You and I were so cute to think that
"getting through the day" was the same
as waking up on a Saturday and playing tag
with your best friend down the street. Just as
we were mistaken (in a beautiful way) into
thinking that Monday was the best day of the week
because it meant we got to see our friends -
the ones who didn't live close by, again.
And even when the homework started to get
difficult and the books were no longer filled with
magic, you and I still told ourselves that
each and every day was something
to be proud of becuase if things did go wrong
(like our soccer games getting rained out)
we still had each other to play Monopoly or Uno with.
I love that you were the person I had
as I transitioned from elementary to middle school
and I'm so grateful you were there still
when I moved across town and again when
mom and I spread wings too wide for the countryside
and decided to go to LA - the land of angels?
That's right I'm still not sure if we made the
best decision, but it felt right at the time
and even though I don't feel so carefree anymore
I can't think of anyone else that made my youth
feel like such an adventure as you did.
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