|Sappy hallmark-esque but really cute image from HERE|
Aw, karen is clearly very sentimental tonight, so you can SHUT IT!
My 7 year old little guy has a crush. She's a friend of the next door neighbour girls. She's ten years old, tall for her age and in grade 5. And Jack talks about her every day. Every day, when one of the girls from next door is rollerblading/running/biking past our house, or playing in her front or back yard, Jack asks;
"Who's coming to your house today?"
"Is Lacie [name has been changed] coming today?"
"Is your friend coming to your house today?"
Tonight she was finally there. Jack's delight was nearly palpable. He did all the silly things we do when we're thrilled: he talked too loud, he made extra good jokes, he made sure to write "I am cool" on the driveway with coloured chalk. So, I took a good look at this girl too. Nice girl... a bit of a tomboy...much taller than the other girls...brown hair in a pony tail...cute freckled face, infectious cloud-free, sunshiny smile.
When I was 4, there were two brothers I knew, not much older. One of them was annoying, and could flip his eyelids inside out. The other one was kind, and quiet and his name was Colin.
So, tonight I invite you to remember way back to the first person you ever had a crush on. Way back before you could ever be heartbroken by this crush. Way back to those days when you played outside from morning till dusk. When you had bare feet for an entire summer, and a live grasshopper sitting comfortably on his stick in the jar in your room (holes punched in the lid, of course). When you ate freezies, and petted fuzzy caterpillars, and held little flowers up under someone's chin to see if the yellow glow revealed whether or not they loved butter.
Take that feeling and hold on to it. It's one of the nicest things about living.