So the other day my oldest daughter, 19 year old Maddie, called me from college and told me that she is in love with her boyfriend, which information caused me to gasp, "eww," and get a little sick taste in my mouth.
"Did you just say 'eww'?" she demanded.
"No," I said. When in doubt deny.
"Yes you did!" she insisted.
"Don't hate me," I wined and then put on my big girl pants and told her how much I love her and how happy I am for her and how wonderful those feelings are.
When we got off the phone I banged my head on the wall sideways. Twice. Just to clear all the panic and try to reinforce how happy I am for her and how wonderful those feelings are.
Because really they are. And Maddie is such a smart, independent, insightful cookie. I'm sure she will be fine.
|That's her in the middle.|