She walked out bundled, braided, carrying a peanut butter sandwich and applesauce just in case she did not prefer the dinner available at the farm.
One quick kiss, a reminder to stay with the group as they explored the maze.
A bus ride of over an hour...on the big yellow tank she used to take to and from school each day before we made the move to homeschooling. Her exclamation priceless as she was dropped off, "Look! Number 227...I rode it every day. What are the odds?"
Flutters in my stomach as I let her fly
Random texts arrived throughout the hours she was away with sparse details. The lack of communication showing, more than anything else, that fellowship and laughter were plentiful in the dark, crisp see your breath air of this late October nigh.
Time alone with my little, rare in years past, is becoming plentiful. My grace girl is growing up.
A text that the bus is exiting the freeway her little sister long since put to bed and the man, just home from Spain, heads to pick her up.
I waited in the rocker, trying to appear nonchalant about her arrival back in the nest, failing miserably.
The grinding of the garage door signaled her homecoming. She bustled in, face rosy from the cold and aglow with the excitement of her adventure.
Her dialogue almost too fast to follow, she told tales of ...
lads wearing shorts
a hayride where she thought she'd freeze
how someone jumped on the table and of her sandwich falling in the dirt
the corn maze where her group finished first
one black widow spider on her pumpkin,then her subsequent scream and toss of it
a bus ride home, full of rowdy and chaos and pure fun
I sat, listening, taking in her tone and all that's unspoken about the growing up that went on tonight.
Gently I brushed her locks, removing burrs caught when boys jumped from behind stalks to scare her...treasuring the sweet smell of hay coming off of her head as she recounted her night. She grabbed a snack and headed to bed after kissing us, her feet on the stairs quiet as not to wake our little.
She's growing up
This morning, she woke, full of stories and smiles and laughter in the remembering of details.
With a rapt audience she related her experiences...
Listening again, I took it all in...
Capturing them as my heart does...Flannel clad with earnest eyes and a knowing smile, the best of friends never missing a detail in the other's life. The sweetness of sisters, growing up together.
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Cherishing the moments