I just need to blabber about this a bit. My face still hurts, because I couldn't stop smiling the entire time. I took her to her first rave when she was eight months old and she's been joining me ever since, at least a couple times a year. I just love that she wants to share these experiences with me. I just love that she gets to see people from their best side and experience this little bit of completely untethered freedom and joy and fun.
I have so many wonderful memories - in a way it feels like yesterday when I was carrying her around or when she was playing all day and night with the other children, covered in mud head to toe. Cuddling up in the sleeping bag after a long, long day. To all the parents of young children here, it really is true: the days are long, but the years are short.
Now she's almost an adult and I know I need to let go. It's alright, it just makes the moments when we are close that much more precious. We had so much fun dancing, playing, sitting by the campfire just talking, talking, talking. She doesn't have to spend this time with me, but she wants to. That makes me feel so blessed.
I know I would love every version of her, but I just adore the adult she is becoming. These children we are raising, they are so much smarter than we are. They understand so much, and they are not afraid to care. She's so full of empathy and care and joy, absolutely fearless.
Oh, anyway, I need to stop or I'll go on forever. I just needed to shout this into the world or my heart would simply burst, lol. Anyway, have a wonderful week, hug your children and love them, love the, love them π π β¨