My Hope Pixie is growing up, still a pixie getting into cute trouble. Nothing bad though. Nothing that makes me feel like I am disconnected from her. I do not worry about her morals, and I think she makes good over all choices. Though I wish she loved documentaries and books like I do. She is her own person and I love her. So what does this have to do with hair you wonder? A lot. I worry that someday we will be disconnected. I worry that some day I might not know where she morally stands. I worry that some day she will not be here to hug and spend time with. So for now I do her hair up, I stay aware of her style taste and I hold on tight to what ever close relationship time I can with her. As I type this, she is at a friends house down the street. She is 2 minutes late for her check in time. (7pm) She has a cell phone, could call. But what is two minutes. I am not worried but I wish she was here. Someday she will be very late home. Some day I will not see her for days, weeks, even months. So I will style her hair while I can. I will try to stay relevant to her life. It is the little things. They matter.
7:04, she is home. All is right in the world, at least with her, in this moment. I will hold on to it as long as I can.