mondays are tough, yes? i've never been able to fall in love with a monday.
until last night. when i treated her like friday.
we hit pause on homework and writing and studying bahasa indonesian. meandered through shops and didn't listen to the radio in the car and laughed lazily, as if we had all the time in the world together.
we all need unexpected nights like that. they're, like, rare birds that make you gasp when they fly by. finding twenty dollars at the bottom of your bag. the same feeling as a snow day, but better...because you chose it.
we strolled by santa and there was absolutely no line. esmé looked at me and asked if she could go talk to him.
do you think he's the real one? she whispered.
if you feel it, you'll know. i reminded her.
i've always told them to trust their instincts. that believing is so much more wonderful than the alternative. and that santa can't be everywhere at once, so he pops in to malls every so often, serendipitously and luckily for us. and so if we see him and our heart starts to race a little, swell a lot, maybe our eyes water a little? that's him.
anyway. she met santa last night.
later, i was holding her before she fell asleep. someday, i'll be able to do this myself, she told me, kind of in apology.
no rush. no rush at all.