NOH8 Indeed

Hiding out in the bedroom with my coffee, sleeping dogs, and the laptop, the room is bright with the east light of late morning.

I hear giggles, shrieks, and incessant chatter. I smell bacon. More happy girl shrieks.

It is the morning of a sleepover with two of my daughter’s best friends.

Last night they were so loud, shrieking and laughing, and running out into the living room to show us their zombie makeup or the “NOH8” they’d stenciled on their faces like photos on the internet. I looked at my partner, winced, and said:

“I think it’s going to be like this for the next six years.”

He mimed wanting to end it all at the thought.

But I know this is exactly what being 10 years old is supposed to be like . . .

and in this moment I know everything is just as it should be.

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