My heart was pierced by a 4 year old in Utah. A 4 year old named Cyrenna. Who asked me what my name was before she told me she needed help. She has a teeny tiny voice and likes stick on tattoos. And thinks she can cut things out with my very sharp knitting scissors all by herself.
It seems like just yesterday when her father told us (as we were driving through KS in 90+ degree heat) "it's sweaty in my leg pits", or that he needed "a cold cold cold cold cold drink of water with lots of ice" one night in (I think) 1983 or '84 when we were spending the night in the middle of the hot summer and he happened to be laid up with a badly broken leg. I swear it feels like that was just yesterday.
This. This right here. This serious face with a slightly crooked smile and a look that goes straight through me. This is what family vacations are really about.
Yes!
Posted by: Caroline Berk | 06/18/2017 at 09:40 PM