I’m dreading Olivia turning ten almost as much as I dreaded turning forty. I hope it turns out to be as great as turning forty did.
I think what I’m feeling is a realization that I don’t know her very well. I would say that I’ve tried really hard. She’s a tough nut. She guards her emotions and feelings around us very closely. She makes it hard to get in.
There’s never been the kissy-kissy at the car door like I have with Katie. Continue reading