My daughter turns 17. On our way home from dinner in Montpelier, she drives my car with her friend in the passenger seat. The girls have known each other since they were eight-years-old and their legs dangled from chairs. The girls take the long way home, passing an estate on a dirt road with a stunning view of the mountains and sky. Cows graze in the fields. One girl plans to be a lawyer, the other a doctor, and they scheme to buy a house like this. In their pretty sundresses, the girls are laughing.
At dinner, the server spilled a Shirley Temple on my daughter, splashing her with cranberry juice and ice. Both girls have stickiness up and down their bare legs. Someday, years away maybe, they’ll still laugh about that birthday drink and splash. Meanwhile, I keep looking through windows, seeking stories, seeing pieces of myself.
Here’s a review of Unstitched that made my heart sing.
Stony Soil Vermont 
What a great review and well deserved.
Congratulations.
Belated birthday wishes to your daughter. It is hard to believe that she is 17!
Amazing how years suddenly fly by!
I have found that parenting often means putting yourself on hold for… years. Only as my kids become more self sufficient do I find time to think about my own journey. And my youngest is 10 so it’s still not that often. Enjoy the puzzle.
Hope you’re enjoying your own puzzle. Hard imagine your youngest is already ten.
Hi! Happy birthday to your daughter! My daughter just recently turned 20. Nice meeting you! 😊☺
Happy (belated) birthday to your daughter. Nice meeting you, too!
Nice well-deserved review from our local monthly newspaper!
So nice! Thank you!