Tonight is the night.
I’m sitting at a party, laughing away the hours until I have to say goodbye to my baby girl… again. The first time was a soul crushing event that I didn’t quite recover from for at least a month. I’m honestly not sure if this time is any better. I have enjoyed seeing her, but saying goodbye multiple times in less than a year is for the birds.
Instead, I’m going to focus on the good times we’ve had. The full day of shopping that ended with dinner at our favorite sandwich shop and a walk through our favorite store. The evening we spent getting a tattoo together, the exact same one. Tonight, where we stood at the kitchen counter recounting all the concerts we went to starting when she was thirteen. How I realized that I let some pretty risky things go on – like my 13-year old sitting on a band member’s lap at Warped Tour knowing full well he was drunk as shit but also knowing he was the lead singer of her favorite band and I just couldn’t say no. What I know is if that guy had done anything out of line, I was right there to defend my daughter. I’m not sure what that would have entailed, but I’m sure I would have done something only a badass mother could have pulled off. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. And it will be true because, reasons! (As my eleven-year old said to me only about an hour ago. Not the badass mom thing. The reasons thing.)
We went to dinner last night as a family at a local bar and grill called Iggy’s. It was another restaurant on her list of places she had to visit before going back. I was super happy we managed to get a seat in between football games. After ordering dinner, she looked at me and said, “We’re going to get dessert, right?”
My response, “Absolutely! What are we getting?”
“The brownie sundae.”
I finished all my food and thought my stomach was going to burst, I was so full. She actually saved room for dessert and took some of hers to go. When they laid the brownie in front of us, it’s like it had never been there. We inhaled that thing so fast. It was pretty delicious. And it managed to be yet another great memory that I am going to file away. Scarfing down a brownie in less time it takes to start your car. (I have no idea where that reference came from but, haha. I guess I’m just in that kind of mood tonight)
So, I’m going to go back to the party – now that Adelle has returned from going to the store with her friends to get red vines of all things.
I hope you are all having a fabulous Sunday. Mine isn’t scheduled to end until somewhere around midnight, which sounds super late because in my later years, I’m going to bed around ten o’clock on a work night. Sometimes earlier.
This post is part of Just Jot It January hosted by Linda G Hill.