There are signs everywhere and the biggest mistake people make is to ignore them. Of this, I’m certain.
This weekend was a wonderful, low-key weekend. Aside from a minor upper west side argument started by someone with a lousy attitude and fueled by said person’s earlier disrespect of a parent I happen to like very much (not my own), I really needed a couple of days such as these.
I did 50% of everything I said I would do and had 100% of the fun I was expecting.
Then yesterday I went to the beach.
Tiffany, Dan and I all raced to Penn Station after a night that included midnight chocolate covered donuts and a walk to the Bronx (don’t ask), and headed over to Long Beach. It was good company and a good time.
Then the sign came.
The cutest little girl EVER, made her way over to where I was laying amusing myself reading the one and only book that has ever made me feel “uncool” and sat down next to me. She then proceeded to touch my stomach and play with my belly button ring. She did this for what felt like forever- in a good way.
I was so having one of these moments again…
I didn’t mind that she was trying to walk off with my flip-flops, or that she was making herself so comfy next to me. For one second, it was almost like I had my very own little blonde haired Fiona (except that her name was really Zyma)…
That’s a sign (or a reminder) if I ever saw one…