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Christmas Memory #6

Sorry to be so late in sharing today.  Soccer Chick had a tournament to play in.  Her team won!!!  What a terrific feeling!

Ok, so on the way home, I enjoyed looking at some of the lights that people have been putting up in recent days.

I remember when my mom put up her lights each year.  She didn’t go crazy, like people do nowadays.  Of course, there wasn’t any such thing as icicle lights back then.  You had to make due the best way you could.

One thing she did was put electric candles in the windows.

They were orange.

Why did she pick orange?  I have no idea.  Maybe she thought they looked like flames?

We had a very large, southern, plantation-style house with lots of windows.  It was our job to turn them on and off each night.  With such an old house, the heating was horrible, and we just about froze every evening.

We took pictures of the house, from the outside, once.  It looked like it was on fire.  Still, Mom continued to put those stupid orange lights in the windows.  I think she might have even switched to red one year.

Weird, I know, but that was is my mom.

The “L” Word

Soccer Chick used the “L” word yesterday.  And she didn’t use it when talking to me, her sweet mother, who was driving her to Carrabas to eat a delicious dinner after the first game of her tournament.

Nope…

Soccer Chick was on the phone with Guy Friend.

Guy Friend is the dude who’s been coming over a lot since the summer.  Guy Friend is the one she texts constantly.

Guy Friend is a soccer player…pretty good one at that.  And he’s a senior.  And they share a locker at school.

But he’s only a “Friend” because I am a mean mom and won’t let her date.  I am very conservative, and it’s a decision the Mr. and I made long ago.

However, young hearts cannot be stilled.

A sampling of their text messages:

“You’re so cute.”

“No, you’re cuter.”

“Well, you’re smart.”

“No, you’re smarter.”

Blech.

It’s almost too much to take.  Of course, I am 38 years old.  I’m sure if I’d had texting when I was a teen, I would have said the same thing to old Curly-Head, my boyfriend of two years.

So, last night, Soccer Chick was recapping the game with Guy Friend and about to end the conversation when she said, “I love you.”

Even though she said it quietly, my old ears heard her loud and clear, along with the alarm bells that went afterward.

She quickly realized where she was and that Mama was in the front seat.

Sigh…

My little girl is growing up…