Dear reader, this afternoon I was out running errands with the girls and intended to time things perfectly by calling in an order for pizza to be ready just as we would be finished errands and driving by the pizza joint, but of course I didn't time things perfectly, leaving twenty extra minutes in which to sit around with nothing else to do.
"That leaves us with just one option," I said, briskly.
"Wait in the car until it's done?," they said.
"Heavens, no! Run over to McDonald's for some ice cream!," I exclaimed, driving on.
The girls were a bit unnerved, being unfamiliar with the ice cream options available to them at McDonald's. I ordered an ice cream cone while they settled upon sundaes and by the time we'd finished eating, the pizzas were ready for pick-up.
But before all that, as we sat in the car taking licks, Izzy said, "Mum, something I love about you is how you still seem like a child at times, how the smallest things can make you so happy."
And that is when I unfolded to them one of the great secrets of growing up: hopefully, you never do.
I mean, of course there is a degree of maturity and responsibility one must assume, there are times and places which call upon you to behave with dignity and grace.
But beyond that, nothing much has to change.
You can still always look out upon the world with wonder and delight. Just look. Everything is so beautiful out there.
And hopefully you never indulge yourself so much that an ice cream cone ceases to be something of a great pleasure.
And hopefully you aren't so swamped with attention that the kind words of a friend don't stay in your heart forever.
Hopefully you never care too much about status, about physical appearance, about what you do or don't have...such mindsets are exhausting and crowd out the delight of far better things.
I mean, I am not perfect for SURE. I haven't got it all figured out. But I do know there is always room for simples joys, for wonder, for the best part of childhood in your heart.
And going through life holding onto that gem is one of the tiny, eclipsing secrets of happiness.
Beyond that, summer continues to move along at a busy pace. It has been the source of some initial stress, but I am trying to avail myself to the notion of being busier, of accomplishing more with my time, of working harder.
There is something to be said for that, good ol' industry.
I will not be posting regularly here for yet some time, but I did want to mention, since a few of you asked, that I made an Instagram account which is open to the public. The username is ktollipop. Please don't think I assume you are dying to follow me...it's just that a few people asked in light of the fact I am not posting very often these days. I was really touched by those requests, by the way.
The story is coming along, I suppose. I haven't had much time to work on it, either, but the other day I sent off a copy in the mail for my little brother to read. Any sort of development like that feels like some small accomplishment, some tiny step.
I honestly have no idea what will happen with this project. Some days I read over passages and think it sounds pretty good; other days I'm horrified I ever thought this had any potential.
As for the adorable puppy...we came this close to getting him but at the last moment, in an irony which is not lost on me, I was the one who pulled out of the deal.
Thank goodness I still have my darling Sherlock who makes me crazy with his finicky ways.
I hope you're having a lovely summer.