Yeah I know...
especially in these parts.
but it's true.
She's been smiling a little more often...
and that I can't get enough of.
Here's the thing.
When we started talking about buying a house...
I had all these dreams.
I dreamed of cook-outs in the backyard...trampolines...and swing sets.
I dreamed of sprinklers and slip n slides in the Summer...and snowmen and sledding in the Winter.
I had wonderful visions of running beside my babies holding on to the back of their bicycle seats, teaching them to ride without the training wheels.
Most of all I pictured kids.
Lots of kids.
All of them.
At our house.
Ialways wanted to be that house.
The one where all the kids were.
and we moved in in 2007...and I still remember the first time Reilly said to me..."Mommy, can I go outside and ride my bike?!"
We had always lived on very busy streets.
There was no riding bikes or going for walks without an adult.
There was no walking to my friends house....
It was just too dangerous.
So that day.
The day she asked to go out and ride her bike. I remember feeling so happy. So glad that I could give her a neighborhood she could "play" in.
We moved into this great neighborhood. This neighborhood with wonderful neighbors and cul de sacs. A neighborhood that has an annual block party...The old fashioned kind...they actually BLOCK off the road...and have a live band...
but...we lived at the end of it.
Like the very end.
and as much as we have always wanted to be a part of our neighborhood we aren't.
and all those kids.
They just don't seem to make it this far down. They live and play a little farther back in the neighborhood....and just never made it here.
all of that changed.
You see most of the neighborhood kids are boys.
I know... I know...that's the last thing I need...
but they were a little younger than my teen...
and as much as she was interested in friends...
they weren't interested in a girl for a friend.
Seriously. girls are gross when boys are 12...and then they turn 13 and all of that changes.
Boys are weird.
Well. Those boys. Who were playing pokemon last year...
Those are the same boys knocking on my door this year.
I am so happy that my girl has a posse.
I am so happy that she takes walks and hangs out.
Don't get me wrong, I SO wish they were girls...
but they seem like pretty nice kids.
and having them around makes her smile.
I can pretty much learn to love anything that makes her smile.
I can't say the same for her Daddy.
He isn't down with it all yet.
He'll come around.
I hope it's before someone is asking for her hand in marriage.
I'm not placing any bets.