An Invincible Summer - A Woman's Journey

Over the weekend my youngest invited me to spend the afternoon with her while she got a tattoo.  She has been planning this for quite awhile. I have been dreading it for about the same amount of time. When the subject first came up, I wasn't very supportive. She wanted to get lavender on her forearm. She explained that it was because lavender is my favorite flower and it reminds her of me. I had it all over the yard of our old house. I love the color, the plant, the scent....all of it. I was touched, felt a lump in my throat, but still wished she wouldn't do it. It's been a good two years since she first brought it up and yesterday was the day of reckoning. I was able to support her decision because I've learned over the last two years that it's just not about me at all and that, even if I have an opinion, I should keep it to myself unless asked. So I went as she put this permanent, forever mark on her beautiful perfect skin. I did not cry or discourage. W...

Had my first date in 34 years. It was; awkward and comfortable, fun yet difficult, sweet and bittersweet, thrilling yet a reminder of my age. But the best word to describe it was normal. I sat at the table, conversing and watching his face, checking out his smile, looking for that authentic being, my heart filling with memories of long ago and then putting them away. He was sweet and attentive, gregarious without being overbearing....a really nice evening. How long has it been since I felt normal?  I can't remember and I guess it's not all that important. Normal is good, really good.