On Sunday, as noted, everything changed, and the girls (Natalie had two friends for a sleepover) ran outside to play badminton in the sun, then headed to the beach. When I picked her up at the end of the afternoon she showed me the sandcastle they’d made -a rather elaborate structure with good seawalls, defensible high ground, and other commendable attributes. They’d spelled out their initials in stones. I took a picture of the trio, beaming over their creation, BFF names embossed in the wet sand. Ah, to be nine.
Which she will be, in a fortnight. Halfway to goodbye.
- Lileks
Uggh - we are just barely cresting One and the thought squeezes my heart . . . .
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