As I watched her walk around in this ridiculous looking get up, it was obvious that she was very happy to be wearing it. Sure, she's grown up, but has she really grown up? I wondered if I have really grown up...
Sure, I'm taller now and my body has changed shape, expanding, shrinking, drooping, bloating, and more throughout the years, but have I really grown up?
I still feel myself getting giddy with excitement as darkness falls on the Fourth of July, knowing the fireworks will soon light up the sky. Just like when I was a child.
Why else would I spend so much time worrying about what they will dress up as for Halloween, if not for the child inside of me that is sick with anticipation thinking about all that candy, ripe for the taking?
Why else would I wake myself up in the middle of a cold winter night to play Santa, if not for the child inside of me that still believes in the magic, and wants to be a part of making it happen?
I still lick the spoon when I make chocolate chip cookies, and I still hope that no one notices a. so I don't get reprimanded, and b. so I don't have to share.
I still get excited when my grandparents come to visit, hoping they will have a treat of some sort for me. I am never disappointed.
I still like to swing on the swings whenever I go to a park. I still like to dig holes at the beach. I still need my mom for comfort and when Devin isn't here, don't be alarmed to find out that I may or may not sleep with a stuffed animal. (I don't, but now that I am writing this I am wishing I had thought of it. I totally would have.)
So yeah, maybe I have gotten taller, and maybe my body has changed shape, changed again, and then again over the years, but I don't think I've really grown up. I sort of hope I never do.
And now, Hallie wants to say something, and I told her she could have a turn. So, here she is:
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|Hallie making her funny face.|