Anyway, my daughter isn't good at staying home all day, she thrives on the hustle bustle of life. I'm the exact opposite, so sometimes we have to compromise. She has to compromise a lot more since I started school and weekends are devoted to studying.
But I needed a break and she needed an outing, so off we went.
I could feel the heaviness of her heart, for whatever worries she had in the moment; all set ablaze by cabin fever. Sometimes it's hard to be a 15 year old girl, you know?
We didn't talk much on the walk, her enthusiasm level was basically flat lined.
But I could feel the night air filling my soul and I figured she could, too.
I could hear kids playing in back yards and people laughing on their porches.
The breeze was blowing around a bouquet of dinner smells; the sound of clanking dishes echoed from kitchen windows.
It was open mic nite at the coffee shop, but then again, it's always open mic nite at 3 layers.
It was a sweet little man doing the best he could; I don't remember what he was singing.
We got our cake to go, orange slice and chocolate espresso. yum.
While we were waiting, we saw our neighbor and friend, Daniel.
My brother's house is 2 doors down, but he didn't appear to be home, so we kept walking.
On the way back home, more neighbors said hello.
It had gotten darker, so you could see the inside of the beautiful houses that line my street.
The banisters, the art hanging on the walls, I try not to be a stalker, but it's hard not to look.
As we walked with our ten dollars worth of cake, I felt like a million dollars.
I love our neighborhood so much.
Meanwhile, my daughter's steps got a little springier, and later the cake helped everything, too.
It was a win/win situation.
My dad used to always say, "when spirits are low, you just need an outing."
It's so true.
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