Her hair, sun-kissed--sometimes me-kissed--brown and blonde, with glints of gold in the setting sun. When I lean in to kiss the top of her head, she smells nice--or is it that nice smells like her? She frets about graying now and then, but to my eyes she's perfect, more so today than at sixteen, when we were young together. Some day we'll be old together, but together still, and when the sun sets from time to time it'll kiss her hair again, and so will I.
We took the kids to see Disney on Ice this weekend. To be honest, I'm ambivalent about the whole princess thing. I suppose it might seem odd to the more old-fashioned set, but it bugs me a lot more that Eva is starting to show interest in princesses than that Jason does (and has for quite some time now). There's a certain feeling of inevitability, though.